William Shakespeare,
Midsummer Night's Dream
(1918)
“ For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself To fit your fancies to your father's will, Or else the law of Athens yields you up, Which by no means we may extenuate,120 To death, or to a vow of single life. Come, my Hippolyta: what cheer, my love? Demetrius and Egeus, go along: I must employ you in some business124 Against our nuptial, and confer with you Of something nearly that concerns yourselves. Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. Exeunt. Manet Lysander and Hermia. Lys. How now, my love! Why is your cheek so pale?128 How chance the roses there do fade so fast? ”
