Of great revenue, and she hath no child:
[159] From Athens is her house remote seven leagues;
160 And she respects me as her only son.
There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee;
And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Cannot pursue us. If thou lovest me, then,
Steal forth thy father’s house to-morrow night;
165 And in the wood, a league without the town,
Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
[167] To do observance to a morn of May,