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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Helena.
When every thing seems double.So methinks:
And I have found Demetrius like a jewel,
Mine own, and not mine own.
Demetrius.
Mine own, and not mine own.Are you sure
That we are awake? It seems to me
That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think
The duke was here, and bid us follow him?
Hermia.
Yea; and my father.
Helena.
Yea; and my father.And Hippolyta.
Lysander.
And he did bid us follow to the temple.
Demetrius.
Why, then, we are awake: let’s follow him;
And by the way let us recount our dreams. [Exeunt.
Bottom.
[Awaking]
When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer: my next is, ‘Most fair Pyramus.’ Heigh-ho! Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the
