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From sleeping Hermla ? I'll believe as soon,
This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the
May through the centre creep, and so displease
Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes.
It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him ;
So should a murderer look; so dead, so grim.
Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so

should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : Yet you,

the murderer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. Her. What's this to my Lysander? Where

is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ?

Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out cur! thou driv'st me past the

bounds Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ? Henceforth be never number'd among men ! O! once tell true, tell true, even for my Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, And hast thou kill’d him sleeping? O brave touch! Could not a worm, an adder, do so much ? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris’d 6

mood : 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. -

sake;

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3 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.
So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier

grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;
Which now, in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.

(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 hold

ing 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 7 she is, and pale of cheer 8 With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear: By some illusion see thou bring her here; I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.

Puck. I go, I gó; look, how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. (Exit.

Obe. Flower of this purple die,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye!
When his love he doth

espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky. -
When thou wak’st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

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7 Love-sick.

8 Countenance.

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Re-enter Puck.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee;
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;
That must needs be sport alone;
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, Will even weigh; and both as light as tales.

Lys. I had no judgment when to her I swore. Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her

o'er. Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

VOL. II.

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Dem. awaking.) O Helen, goddess, nymph, per

fect divine !
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congeal'd white, high Taurus’ snow.
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow,
When thou hold'st up thy hand: O let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss !

Hel. O spite ! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me, for your merriment.
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can
you

not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join, in souls 9, to mock me too ?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so ;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When, I am sure you hate me with your

hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena:
A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,
With your derision! none, of noble sort,
Would so offend a virgin; and extort
A

poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.

Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For you love Hermia; this you know, I know:
And

here, with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my death.

Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none:

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If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd;
And now to Helen is it home return’d,
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,
It

pays the hearing double recompense:
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander found :
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so ?
Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press

to go? 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 3 and eyes of light. Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee

know, The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so ?

Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.

Hel. 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.
? Pay dearly for it.

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