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100 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?

It is, my lord.

Go, bid the huntsmen wake them with their horns.

Good morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is past:

Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?

Pardon, my lord.

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?