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.
For lying so, Hermia, I don’t lie.
If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.
But gentle, my friend, for love and courtesy,
Lie further off; in human modesty,
Such separation as may well be said,
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,
Thy love never alter till thy sweet life end!
Thy love never alter till thy sweet life end!
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