Shakespeare Meme

Courtesy of hellison. See some Shakespeare in your friends page, post your own.

But this rough magic
I here abjure: and when I have requir'd
Some heavenly music (which even now I do)
To work mine end upon their senses, that
This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff,
Bury it certain fathoms in the earth,
And deeper than did ever plummet sound
I'll drown my book.

HERMIA: Good speed, fair Helena - whither away?
HELENA: Call you me fair? That fair again unsay!
Demetrius loves your fair - oh happy fair!
Your eyes are lode-stars, and your tongue's sweet air
More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear,
When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching - O, were favour so!
Your words I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go,
My ear should catch your voice, my eye, your eye,
My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
O teach me how you look, and with what art
You sway the motion of Demetrius's heart.
HERMIA: I frown upon him, yet he loves me still!
HELENA: O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!
HERMIA: I give him curses, yet he gives me love!
HELENA: O that my prayers could such affection move!
HERMIA: The more I hate, the more he follows me!
HELENA: The more I love, the more he hateth me!
HERMIA: His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
HELENA: None but your beauty! - would that fault were mine.