Douche Pukehole
Gone.
DEMETRIUS
I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
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Who Replied?Douche Pukehole
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HERMIA
Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men!
O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake!
Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men!
O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake!
Durst thou have look'd upon him being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
DEMETRIUS
You spend your passion on a misprised mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
You spend your passion on a misprised mood:
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
HERMIA
I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
DEMETRIUS
An if I could, what should I get therefore?
An if I could, what should I get therefore?
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
HERMIA
A privilege never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he be dead or no.
[Exit]
A privilege never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he be dead or no.
[Exit]
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
DEMETRIUS
There is no following her in this fierce vein:
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe:
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.
[Lies down and sleeps]
There is no following her in this fierce vein:
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe:
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.
[Lies down and sleeps]
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
OBERON
What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite
And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true.
What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite
And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd and not a false turn'd true.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
PUCK
Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
Then fate o'er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM
OBERON
About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find:
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear:
By some illusion see thou bring her here:
I'll charm his eyes against she do appear.
OBERON
About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find:
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear:
By some illusion see thou bring her here:
I'll charm his eyes against she do appear.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
PUCK
I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
[Exit]
I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.
[Exit]
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
OBERON
Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wakest, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
[Re-enter PUCK]
Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wakest, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
[Re-enter PUCK]
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
PUCK
Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
OBERON
Stand aside: the noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Stand aside: the noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
PUCK
Then will two at once woo one;
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me
That befal preposterously.
[Enter LYSANDER and HELENA]
Then will two at once woo one;
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me
That befal preposterously.
[Enter LYSANDER and HELENA]
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
LYSANDER
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never come in tears:
Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
How can these things in me seem scorn to you,
Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true?
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
HELENA
You do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.
You do advance your cunning more and more.
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh, and both as light as tales.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
LYSANDER
I had no judgment when to her I swore.
I had no judgment when to her I swore.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
HELENA
Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
Douche Pukehole
Gone.
LYSANDER
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.