human
Sickness is catching; oh, were favour so! Your words I catch, fair Hermia; ere I go.
gpt
Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, There my Lysander and myself shall meet; And thence from Athens turn away our eyes, To seek new friends and stranger companies.
human
More certain emendations, says Mr. Dyce,
gpt
To tear a cat in _and_ to make all split.
human
But _make_ room, fairy; here comes Oberon.
gpt
What, jealous Oberon! Fairies skip hence.
human
When thou wast stolen away from Fairyland, And in the shape of Corin sat all day.