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call you me fair? that fair again unsay demetrius loves your fair;o happy fair! your eyes are lode-stars!and your tongue's sweet air more tuneable than lark to shepherd;s ear when wheat is green ,when hawthorn buds appear sickness is catching o!were favour so yours would i catch ,fair Hermia ,ere i go my ear should catch your voice my eye your eye my tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melogy were the world mine demetrius being bated the rest i would give to be to u translated o!teach me how you look and with what art you sway the motion of demetrius's heart | 
