Through the forest have I gone.But Athenian found I none,On whose eyes I might approveThis flower's force in stirring love.Night and silence.--Who is here?Weeds of Athens he doth wear:This is he, my master said,Despised the Athenian maid;And here the maiden, sleeping sound,On the dank and dirty ground.Pretty soul! she durst not lieNear this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.Churl, upon thy eyes I throwAll the power this charm doth owe.When thou wakest, let love forbidSleep his seat on thy eyelid:So awake when I am gone;For I must now to Oberon.
by William Shakespeare
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In this passage from "A Midsummer Night's Dream," the speaker navigates through a forest, expressing disappointment at not finding any Athenian to whom they could demonstrate the magical properties of a flower that incites love. The atmosphere is tranquil, marked by night and silence, heightened by a sense of intrigue as the speaker encounters someone in the woods who is associated with Athens yet has dismissed the love of an Athenian maiden. The scene captures the tension between love and rejection in a dreamlike setting.

As the speaker observes the slumbering maiden on the ground, they remark on her delicate nature and how she feels unworthy next to someone who has scorned love. The speaker decides to cast a spell upon the sleeping man, hoping to awaken him with the power of love once they are gone. This moment underscores the themes of love's unpredictability and the magical interventions that play a central role in the narrative, suggesting the transformative power of love that can alter perceptions and awaken feelings.

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