[046] Love takes the meaning in love’s conference.
[047] I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit,
[048] So that but one heart we can make of it:
[049] Two bosoms interchained with an oath;
050 So then two bosoms and a single troth.
Then by your side no bed-room me deny;
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily:
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride,
055 If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied.