Claude Monet Irises in Monets Garden painting
William Merritt Chase Chase Summertime painting
would I had your bond, for I perceiveA weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word.
LYSANDER
What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.
HERMIA
What, can you do me greater harm than hate?Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love!Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander?I am as fair now as I was erewhile.Since night you loved me; yet since night you leftme:Why, then you left me -- O, the gods forbid! -- In earnest, shall I say?
LYSANDER
Ay, by my life;And never did desire to see thee more.Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jestThat I do hate thee and love Helena.
HERMIA
O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!You thief of love! what, have you come by nightAnd stolen my love's heart from him?
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