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.

My love is strengthen'd, though more weak in seeming; I love not less, though less the show appear: That love is merchandised whose rich esteeming The owner's tongue doth publish every where.

For I can raise no money by vile means. By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas

Call me what instrument you will, though you can fret me, you cannot play upon me.

This liberty is all that I request.

Who is here so vile that will not love his country?

And what’s he then that says I play the villain?