by Lawrence J. J. Leonard
Here is a great excerpt of poetic conversation in its purest from from
William Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream:
End of ACT III, Scene 2
Nay then, thou mock’st me. Thou shalt buy this dear,
If ever I thy face by daylight see.
Now, go thy way; faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this cold bed.
By day’s approach look to be visited. [Sleeps]
O weary night, O long and tedious night,
Abate thy hours, shine comforts from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight
From these that my poor company detest;
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company. [Sleeps]
Yet but three? Come one more,
Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad:
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.
Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Sleeps]
On the ground
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.
Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER’s eyes
When thou wak’st,
In the sight
Of thy former lady’s eye!
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