A Midsummer Night’s Dream

by: William Shakespeare

Act I, scene i

1
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.).
2
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.)
3

O Hell, to choose love by another’s eyes! (I.i.)

4
If then true lovers have been ever crossed,
It stands as an edict in destiny. (I.i.)
5
Sickness is catching. Oh, were favor so,
Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go. (I.i.)