Proof of Love
I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

Things base and vile, folding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

Lovers and madmen have such seething brains,
Such shaping fantasies, that apprehend
More than cool reason ever comprehends.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act V, Scene i

I woo’d thee with my sword,
And won thy love, doing thee injuries;
But I will wed thee in another key,
With pomp, with triumph and with revelling.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene i

But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food;
But, as in health, come to my natural taste,
Now I do wish it, love it, long for it,
And will for evermore be true to it.
–A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act IV, Scene i

So we grow together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart.
^A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act III, Scene ii

He hath my love,
And what is mine my love shall render him.
^A Midsummer Night’s Dream,
Act I, Scene