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Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood:

And to speak troth, I have forgot our way:

We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,

And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed;

For I upon this bank will rest my head.

One turf shall serve as pillow for us both;

One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.

Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,

Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.

O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!

Love takes the meaning in love’s conference.

I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit

So that but one heart we can make of it;

Two bosoms interchained with an oath;

So then two bosoms-and a single troth,

Then by your side no bed-room me deny;

For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.