Le songe d'une nuit d'été (1935)
Ross Alexander: Demetrius - In Love with Hermia
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Quotes
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Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : [Puck is leading Demetrius astray through a fog] Lysander! Speak again! You runaway. You coward. Are you fled?
Puck : You coward! Are you bragging to the stars? Telling the bushes that you look for wars, and wilt not come?
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Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Where are Lysander and fair Hermia? The one I'll slay; the other slayeth me.
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Lysander : Helena, I love you, by my life I do!
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : I say I love you more than he can do!
Lysander : If you say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Come!
Lysander : Come!
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Quick!
Lysander : Quick!
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Come quick!
Lysander : Quick, come!
[They draw swords]
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Starveling - the Tailor : [Precariously gets up onto a chair, holding up a lantern to speak as the moon, and a thorn bush tied to a dog's collar in his other hand; all cheer as he manages to stand on the chair] This lanthorn doth the horned moon present; Myself the man...
Theseus - Duke of Athens : He should have worn horns on his head.
Starveling - the Tailor : This lanthorn doth the horned moon present; Myself the man i' the moon do seem to be. This do...
Theseus - Duke of Athens : This is the greatest error of all the rest: the man should be put into the lantern.
Starveling - the Tailor : This lan...
Theseus - Duke of Athens : How is it else the man i' the moon?
Starveling - the Tailor : This lantern doth...
Hippolyta - Queen of the Amazons - Betrothed to Theseus : I am so weary of this moon: would he would change!
Starveling - the Tailor : [gurning] This lantern...
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Proceed, Moon.
Starveling - the Tailor : [sighs, then speaks very quickly] All that I have to say, is, to tell you that the lantern is the moon; I, the man in the moon; this thorn-bush, my thorn-bush; and this dog, my dog.
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Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Lysander, yield your crazed title of my certain right.
Lysander : You have her father's love, Demetrius. Let me have hers. You marry him!
Egeus - Father to Hermia : True and full, Lysander! True! He has my love and what is mine my love shall give to him. And she is mine. And all my right of her I hereby grant unto Demetrius!
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Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : You told me they were stol'n into this wood. And here am I, like wood within this wood.
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Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth tell you I do not, nor I cannot love you?
Helena - In Love with Demetrius : And even for that do I love you the more.
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Hermia, in Love with Lysander : [chasing through the woods] Lysander!
Puck : [mockingly] Lysander!
Hermia, in Love with Lysander : Lysander!
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Hermia!
Helena - In Love with Demetrius : Demetrius!
Puck : [mockingly] Demetrius!
Lysander : Helena! Helena!
Puck : [mockingly] Helena! Lysander!
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Hermia! Hermia!
Puck : [mockingly] Hermia!
Helena - In Love with Demetrius : Demetrius!
Lysander : Helena! Helena!
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Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : O Helen! Goddess. Nymph! Perfect, divine. To what, my love, shall I compare your eyne? Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show your lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
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Lysander : Helena, I love you by my life, I do!
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : I say I love you more than he can do!
Lysander : If you say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Come!
Lysander : Come!
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Quick!
Lysander : Quick!
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : Come! Quick!
Lysander : Quick! Come!
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Lysander : These things seem small and undistinguishable, like far off mountains turned into clouds.
Demetrius, in Love with Hermia : It seems to me that, yet we sleep, we dream!
Hippolyta - Queen of the Amazons - Betrothed to Theseus : 'Tis strange my Theseus, what these lovers speak of.
Theseus - Duke of Athens : Lovers and madmen have such seething brains, such wild imaginings, that apprehend more than cool reason ever comprehends. The lunatic, the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact.
