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Full bravely hast thou fleshed
Thy maiden sword.

      — King Henry IV. Part I, Act V Scene 4

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Midsummer Night's Dream
[I, 1]

Theseus

13

Go, Philostrate,
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;
Turn melancholy forth to funerals;
The pale companion is not for our pomp.
[Exit PHILOSTRATE]
Hippolyta, 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.

2

Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1]

Puck

368

How now, spirit! whither wander you?

3

Midsummer Night's Dream
[II, 1]

Demetrius

586

Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
For I am sick when I do look on thee.

4

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 1]

Titania

972

Out of this wood do not desire to go:
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!

5

Midsummer Night's Dream
[III, 2]

Oberon

1029

I wonder if Titania be awaked;
Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must dote on in extremity.
[Enter PUCK]
Here comes my messenger.
How now, mad spirit!
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

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