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Rh I will not stay thy questions; let me go:

Or, if thou follow me, do not believe

But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,

You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius

Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:

We cannot fight for love, as men may do;

We should be woo'd and were not made to woo.

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,

To die upon the hand I love so well.

Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove,

Thou shalt fly him and he shall seek thy love.

Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

Ay, there it is.

I pray thee, give it me.

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows,