From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, moon May through the centre creep, and so displease Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Her. What's this to my Lysander? Where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? bounds Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead for ought that I can tell. Her. I pray thee tell me then that he is well. Dem. And if I could, what should I get there fore? Her. A privilege, never to see me more. — 5 Exploit. 6 Mistaken. And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. [Lies down. Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: Of thy misprision must perforce ensue Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find : All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer 8 With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear: Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit. Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye! 7 Love-sick. 8 Countenance. Re-enter PUCK. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be! Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make, Will cause Demetrius to awake. Puck. Then will two at once, woo one; And those things do best please me, That befal preposterously.. Enter LYSANDER and HELENA. Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith to prove them true? Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er ? Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing. weigh: Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Lys. I had no judgment when to her I swore. o'er. Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Dem. [awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. There to remain. Lys. Helen, it is not so. Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.2 Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Enter HERMIA. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, pays the hearing double recompense: It Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander found: Her. What love could press Lysander from my side? Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Fair Helena, who more engilds the night Than all yon fiery oes Why seek'st thou me? know, and eyes of light. could not this make thee The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, 2 Pay dearly for it. 3 Circles. |