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Were met together to rehearse a play,
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. But hast thou yet latch'd4 the Athenian's eyes With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?
Puck. I took him sleeping that is finish'd too,
Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
(1) Stupid company. (2) Head. (3) Actor. (4) Infected.
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
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 ! 0! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, And hast thou kill'd bim sleeping ? O brave touch ;! Could not a worm, an adder, do so much ? An adder did it: for with a doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd2
mood: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
(1) Exploit. (2) Mistaken.
Dern. And if I could, what should I get there
fore? Her. A privilege, never to see me more.And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he be dead or 10. (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 trug. 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-sickl she is, and pale of cheer2 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 go; look, how I go;
Obe. Flower of this purple dye,
(1) Love-sick. (2) Countenance.
Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make,
Puck. Then will two at once, woo one;
Enter Lysander and Helena.
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
Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Dem. [Awaking.] O Helena, goddess, nymph,
perfect, 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 congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Fann'd with the castern wind, turns to a crow,
When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss
Hèl. O spite ! 0 hell! I see you all are bent
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 : If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. My heart with her, but as guestwise, sojourn'd; And now to Helena 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.3Look, where thy love comes.; yonder is thy dear.
Enter Hermia. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function
takes, (1) Heartily. (2) Degree. (3) Pay dearly for it.