Enter Lysander and Hermia, a couple who wants to get married, but Hermia's dad wants her to marry Demtrius. So, they run away into the forest.
- Lysander. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood;
And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: 690
We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.(For real-- you're tired and I'm lost. Let's get some sleep.)
- Hermia. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed;
For I upon this bank will rest my head.(Yeah, you're right. Dibs on this spot.)
- Lysander. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; 695
One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.(Let's get it on...)
- Hermia. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.(I don't think so!)
- Lysander. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence!
Love takes the meaning in love's conference. 700
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.
Then by your side no bed-room me deny; 705
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.(See, what had happened was...I just meant it romantically, not sexually. Pfffft....you thought I meant...nah.)
- Hermia. Lysander riddles very prettily:
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy 710
Lie further off; in human modesty,
Such separation as may well be said
Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid,
So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend:
Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end! 715 (Riiiiiight. Well, it won't look good if we sleep together.)
- Lysander. Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;
And then end life when I end loyalty!
Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest!(Of course! You're right. I'm just gonna...sleep.)
- Hermia. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd!(K. Night.)

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