A Midsummer Night's Dream
I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again.
Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me,
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. (3.1.2)
Out of this wood do not desire to go.
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. (3.1.4)
Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none.
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd,
And now to Helen is it home return'd,
There to remain. (3.2.8)