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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Theseus.
No doubt they rose up early to observe
The rite of May, and, hearing our intent,
Came here in grace of our solemnity.
But speak, Egeus; is not this the day
That Hermia should give answer of her choice?
Egeus.
It is, my lord.
Theseus.
Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.
[Horns and shout within, Lysander,
Demetrius, Helena, and Hermia,
wake and start up.
Demetrius, Helena, and Hermia,
wake and start up.
Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past:
Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
Lysander.
Pardon, my lord.
Theseus.
I pray you all, stand up.
I know you two are rival enemies:
How comes this gentle concord in the world,
That hatred is so far from jealousy,
To sleep by hate, and fear no enmity?
