My lord, I shall reply amazedly, Half sleep, half waking: but as yet, I swear, I cannot truly say how I came here; But, as I think⁠—for truly would I speak, And now I do bethink me, so it is⁠— I came with Hermia hither: our intent Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be, Without the peril of the Athenian law.

Enough, enough, my lord; you have enough: I beg the law, the law, upon his head. They would have stolen away; they would, Demetrius, Thereby to have defeated you and me, You of your wife, and me of my consent, Of my consent that she should be your wife.