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From sleeping Hermla ? I'll believe as soon,
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.
And from thy hated presence part I so:
(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;
Obe. Flower of this purple die,
Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make,
Puck. Then will two at once, woo one;
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.
Dem. awaking.) O Helen, goddess, nymph, per
fect divine !
Hel. O spite ! O hell! I see you all are bent
not hate me, as I know you do,
poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
here, with all good will, with all my heart,
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
Helen, it is not so.
know, Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. 2. Look, where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear.
pays the hearing double recompense:
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!