Somebody understands this conversation?
HERMIA. Belike32 for want of rain; which I could well Beteem33 them from the tempest of my eyes.
LYSANDER. Ay me! for aught34 that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth;
135 But either it was different in blood—
HERMIA. O cross! too high to be enthrall’d35 to low. LYSANDER. Or else misgraffed36 in respect of years— HERMIA. O spite! too old to be engag’d to young. LYSANDER. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends—
140 HERMIA. O hell, to choose love by another’s eyes!
LYSANDER. Or if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it,
Making it momentany37 as a sound,
Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
145 Brief as the lightning in the collied38 night,
That, in a spleen,39 unfolds both heaven and earth; And ere40 a man hath power to say “Behold!”