You had measured how long a fool you were upon the ground.
Help, master, help! here's a fish hangs in the net, like a poor man's right in the law; 'twill hardly come out.
Who is so firm that can't be seduced?
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.
Report me and my cause aright.
DEMETRIUS Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. LYSANDER You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.