1 Thou seest these lovers seek a place to fight.
2 Go, bring them in: and take your places, ladies.
3 But I will not stir from this place, do what they can.
4 Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal.
5 And the ill counsel of a desert place, With the rich worth of your virginity.
6 Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; Lysander and myself will fly this place.
7 There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee, And to that place the sharp Athenian law Cannot pursue us.
8 Abide me, if thou dar'st; for well I wot Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place, And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face.
9 First rehearse your song by rote, To each word a warbling note; Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place.
10 Then know that I, one Snug the joiner, am A lion fell, nor else no lion's dam; For if I should as lion come in strife Into this place, 'twere pity on my life.'