We will draw the curtain and show you the picture.
Rumour doth double, like the voice and echo, The numbers of the feared.
You have lost no reputation at all, unless you repute yourself such a loser.
How every fool can play upon the word!
The fringed curtains of thine eye advance, And say what thou seest yond.
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.