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12月1日内容
Hermia:I give him curses,yet he gives me love.
Helena:O that my prayers coule xuch affection move!
Hermia:The more I hate, the more he follows me.
Helena:The more I love , the more he hateth me.
Hermia:His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
Helena:None, but your bearty:would that fauot were mine!
Hermia:Take comfort:he no more shall see my face;
Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Before the time I did Lysander see,
Seem’d Athens as a paradise to me:
O, then, what graces in my love do well,
That he hath turn’d a heaven unto a hell!
Lysander:Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:
To-morrow night, when Phoebe odth behold
Her silver visage in the watery glass,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
A time that lovers’ flights doth still conceal,
Throught Athens’ gates have we devised to steal.
读了22遍。历时一个小时多点。
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