Thrice bleffed they, that master fo their blood, But earthlier happy is the rofe diftill'd, Than that, which, withering on the virgin-thorn, Unto his lordship, to whofe unwish'd yoke My foul confents not to give fovereignty. The. Take time to paufe: and, by the next new moon, (The fealing-day betwixt my love and me, For everlasting bond of fellowship) Upon that day either prepare to die, For aye, aufterity and fingle life. Dem. Relent, fweet Hermia ;-And, Lyfander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. i Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. Ege. Scornful Lyfander! true, he hath my love; I do 'eftate unto Demetrius. Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, As well poffefs'd; my love is more than his ; My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, If not with vantage, as Demetrius'; And, which is more than all these boasts can be, I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia: hearthlier happy-more happy as to this world-earthly happier ; earlier happy. eftate unto]-fettle on. Why Why should not I then profecute my right? Upon this spotted and inconstant man. The. I must confefs, that I have heard fo much, My mind did lose it.-But, Demetrius, come; I must employ you in fome business you Of something, nearly that concerns yourselves. [Exeunt Thef. Hip. Egeus, Dem. and train. Ly. How now, my love? Why is your cheek fo pale? How chance the roses there do fade fo faft? Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well Beteem them from the tempeft of mine eyes. Ly. Ah me! for aught that I could ever read, Could ever hear by tale or hiftory, The course of true love never did run fmooth. But, either it was different in blood; Beteem them]-difcharge, pour down upon them. Her. O cross! too high to be enthrall'd" to low ! Swift as a fhadow, fhort as any dream; Then let us teach our tryal patience, Because it is a customary cross; As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and fighs, Lys. A good perfuafion; therefore, hear me, Hermia. I have a widow aunt, a dowager Of great revenue, and she hath no child, And the refpects me as her only fon: From Athens is her house Premote feven leagues, n to love. a fpleen,]-a fudden fit. 9 remov'd. Το To do obfervance to a morn of May, Her. My good Lyfander! I fwear to thee, by Cupid's ftrongest bow; By that which knitteth fouls, and profpers loves; Lys. Keep promife, love: Look, here comes Helena. Enter Helena. Her. God fpeed, fair Helena! Whither away ? My ear fhould catch your voice, my eye your eye, W ט The reft I'll give to be to you " translated. O, teach me how you look; and with what art Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me ftill, T fair:]-fairness, is enamoured of your charms. lode-ftars ;]-leading, pole-ftars. favour]-refemblance in features, air, look, fpeech, gefture. bated,]-excepted. W tranflated.]-transformed. Hel. Oh, that your frowns would teach my smiles such fkill! Her. I give him curfes, yet he gives me love. Hel. Oh, that my prayers could fuch affection move! x Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine, Hel. None. But your beauty;-'Would that fault were mine! Her. Take comfort; he no more fhall fee my face; O then, what graces in my love do dwell, Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grafs, Her. And in the wood, where often you and I Lys. I will, my Hermia.-Helena, adieu : Exit Herm. |