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Of maiden's patience. Haft thou flain him then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men !
O! once tell true, tell true, even for my fake;
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake,
And haft thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do fo much?
An adder did it; for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou ferpent, never adder stung.
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood:
I am not guilty of Lyfander's blood;

Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore?
Her. A privilege, never to see me more.--

And from thy hated prefence part I fo :

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 forrow's heavinefs doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt fleep doth forrow owe;
Which now in fome flight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.

[Lies down.

Obe. What haft thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on fome true-love's fight: Of thy mifprifion must perforce enfue

Some true love turn'd, and not a falfe 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 fwifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find :

All fancy-fick fhe is, and pale of cheer

With fighs of love, that coft the fresh blood dear:

By fome illufion fee thou bring her here;
I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow.

Obe. Flower of this purple dye,

Hit with Cupid's archery,

Sink in apple of his eye!
When his love he doth espy,
Let her fhine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.—
When thou wak'ft, if the be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

Re-enter PUCK.

Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;

And the youth, miftook by me,

Pleading for a lover's fee;

Shall we their fond pageant fee?

Lord, what fools thefe mortals be!

Obe. Stand afide: the noife they make,

Will caufe Demetrius to awake.

Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one;

That must needs be sport alone:

And thofe things do best please me,

That befal preposterously.

Enter LYSANDER and HELENA.

[Exit.

Lyf. Why fhould you think, that I should woo in fcorn Scorn and derifion never come in tears:

Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows fo born,

In their nativity all truth appears.

How

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.
Lyf. I had no judgement, when to her I fwore.
Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er.
Lyf. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
Dem. [awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect,
divine!

To what, my love, fhall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show

Thy lips, thofe kiffing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus' fnow,
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 feal of blifs!
Hel. O fpite! O hell! I fee you all are bent
To fet 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 muft join, in fouls, 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 fwear, and fuperpraise my parts,
When, I am fure, 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,

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With your derifion! none, of noble sort,
Would so offend a virgin; and extort

A poor

foul's patience, all to make you sport.
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not fo;
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. Lyfander, keep thy Hermia; I will none :
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart with her but, as guest-wife, fojourn'd;
And now to Helen it is home return'd,

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Dem. Difparage not the faith thou dost not know, Left, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.

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 apprehenfion makes;

Wherein it doth impair the feeing fenfe,

It pays

the hearing double recompence :Thou art not by mine eye, Lyfander, found;

Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy found.

But why unkindly didft thou leave me fo?

Lyf. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? Her. What love could prefs Lyfander from my fide? Lyf. Lyfander's love, that would not let him bide, Fair Helena; who more engilds the night

Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.

Why

Why feek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,
The hate I bare thee made me leave thee fo?

Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.
Hel. Lo, the is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three,
To fashion this false sport in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid !
Have you confpir'd, have you with these contriv'd
To bait me with this foul derifion?

Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
The fifters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hafty-footed time
For parting us,-O, and is all forgot?

All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our neelds created both one flower,
Both on one fampler, fitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one fong, both in one key;
As if our hands, our fides, voices, and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, feeming parted;
But yet a union in partition,

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem:
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one creft.
And will you rent our ancient love afunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly :
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it ;
Though I alone do feel the injury.

Her. I am amazed at your passionate words:
I fcorn you not; it seems that you fcorn me.
Hel. Have you not fet Lyfander, as in fcorn,

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