Rivers del Ridley scuip! Midsummer Night's Dream Act II. Scene 3: Published June 1800 by Vernor & Heed. Peultry When thou wak'st, let love for bid For I must now to Oberon. Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running. [Exit. Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, fweet Demetrius. [Exit DEMETRIUS. Hel. O, I am out of breath, in this fond chace! How came her eyes so bright? Not with falt tears: No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; For beafts that meet me, run away for fear : Lyf. And run through fire I will, for thy fweet fake. Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, Is that vile name, to perifh on my sword! [Waking. Hel. Hel. Do not fay fo, Lyfander; fay not fo: What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though? Lyf. Content with Hermia? No: I do repent Who will not change a raven for a dove ? And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? Good troth, you do me wrong, good footh, you do, But fare you well: perforce I must confefs, [Exit. Lyf. She fees not Hermia :-Hermia, fleep thou there; And never may'st thou come Lyfander near! So |