Belike for want of rain,which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes. LYSANDER Ay me!for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth; But,either it was different in blood,-- HERMIA O cross!too high to be enthrall'd to low. LYSANDER Or else misgraffed in respect of years,-- HERMIA O spite!too old to be engaged to young. LYSANDER Or else it stood upon the choice of friends,-- HERMIA O hell!to choose love by another's eyes. LYSANDER Or,if there were a sympathy in choice, War,death,or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow,short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That,in a spleen,unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!'Belike for want of rain, which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes. LYSANDER Ay me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth; But, either it was different in blood, -- HERMIA O cross! too high to be enthrall'd to low. LYSANDER Or else misgraffed in respect of years, -- HERMIA O spite! too old to be engaged to young. LYSANDER Or else it stood upon the choice of friends, -- HERMIA O hell! to choose love by another's eyes. LYSANDER Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say 'Behold!