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Night's Dream, III. ii  That must needs be sport alone; And those things do best please me That befall preposterously.

Lys. Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? &emsp;Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, &emsp;In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith to prove them true?

Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. &emsp;When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er? &emsp;Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.

Lys. I had no judgment when to her I swore.

Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.

Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

Dem. [Awaking.] O Helen! goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Crystal is muddy. O! how ripe in show Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow; This pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow When thou hold'st up thy hand. O! let me kiss This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss.  119 alone: having no equal 125 By their birth appear wholly true 129 Cf. n. 141 Taurus': lofty mountain range in Asiatic Turkey 