Lo! She is one of this confederacy

Lo! She is one of this confederacy.
Now I perceive, they have conjoin'd all three
To fashion this false sport, in spite of me.Alliteration

So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem

Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid!
PysmaHave you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid Personificationthe hasty-footed time
For parting us—O, is all forgot?
All school-days friendship, childhood innocence?Anaphora
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,Simile
Have with our needles created Anaphoraboth one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds
Had been incorporate.Hyperbaton So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;Simile
So with two seeming bodies, but one heart,
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.Simile
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly.
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.