A Midsummer Night’s Dream

by: William Shakespeare

Act I, scene i

Quotes Act I, scene i
What say you, Hermia? Be advised, fair maid:
To you your father should be as a god,
One that composed your beauties, yea, and one
To whom you are but as a form in wax,
By him imprinted and within his power
To leave the figure or disfigure it. (I.i.).
So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord,
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up
Unto his Lordship, whose unwishèd yoke
My soul consents not to give sovereignty. (I.i.)
O Hell, to choose love by another’s eyes! (I.i.)
If then true lovers have been ever crossed,
It stands as an edict in destiny. (I.i.)
Sickness is catching. Oh, were favor so,
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go. (I.i.)