nostr:npub1pt6l3a97fvywrxdlr7j0q8j2klwntng35c40cuhj2xmsxmz696uqfr6mf6 on act II as well:

>But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.

Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,

As in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea

Contagious fogs; which falling in the land

Have every pelting river made so proud

That they have overborne their continents

here it's actually love being interrupted that causes bad things to happen instead of love itself causing them to happen like mentioned earlier, i get the feeling this might come up later

>And even for that do I love you the more.

I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,

The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:

Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,

Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,

Unworthy as I am, to follow you.

this is relatable, though not to anything at the moment

>Your virtue is my privilege: for that

It is not night when I do see your face

again the lunar/solar motif in connection with love and the lack of it. very interesting

>Worm nor snail, do no offence.

it's so over 🐌

>I mean that my heart unto yours is knit,

So that but one heart we can make of it;

Two bosoms interchained with an oath—

So then two bosoms and a single troth.

reminds me of the idea in the symposium that men and women used to be one creature that was later separated. also the use of the word troth which is where betrothed comes from

funnily enough, as the first act mentioned men breaking their promises we have it happening right in the next act when lysander stops wanting to elope with hermia. it wasn't his fault but still

>Either death or you I’ll find immediately.

nice dramatic end.

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