The fhalloweft thick-fkin of that barren fort, Anon his Thisbie must be answered, And forth my *minnock comes: when they him spy, As wilde geefe, that the creeping fowler eye, Or ruffed pated choughes, many in fort (Rifing and cawing at the guns report) Seuer themfelues, and madly fweepe the sky: So at his fight, away his fellowes flye, s; And at our stampe, here ore and ore one falles For briars and thornes at their apparell fnatch, Some fleeues, fome hats, from yeelders all things catch, And left sweete Piramus tranflated there: Rob. I tooke him fleeping (that is finisht to) That when he wak't, of force fhe must be eyde. Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Ob. Stand clofe, this is the fame Athenian. Rob. This is the 'woman, but not this the man. VOL. I. *Minnick. † Latch'd. C Dem. Dem. O why rebuke you him that loues you fo? Lay breath fo bitter on your bitter foe. Her. Now I but chide, but I should vse thee worse. For thou (I feare) haft giuen me cause to curfe. If thou haft flaine Lyfander in his fleepe, (to, Being ore shooes in bloud, plunge in the deepe, and kill me The funne was not so true vnto the day, As he to me. Would he haue stollen away, From fleeping Hermia? Ile beleeue as foone This whole earth may be bor'd, and that the moone It cannot be but thou haft murdred him, So fhould a murderer looke, fo dead, fo grim. Dem. So fhould the murdere looke, and fo fhould I, Her. What's this to my Lyfander? where is he? Dem. Ide rather giue his carkaffe to my hounds. Her. Out dog, out curre, thou driu'ft me past the bonds Of maidens patience. Haft thou flaine him then? Henceforth be neuer numbred among men. * Oh, once tell true, even for my fake, Durst thou haue lookt vpon him being awake? And haft thou kild him, fleeping? O braue tutch: Then thine (thou ferpent) neuer adder stung. Dem. You fpend your paffion on a mifpriz'd mood, I am not guilty of Lyfanders bloud: Nor is he dead, for ought that I can tell. *Tell true even. Her Her. I pray thee tell me then, that he is well. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vaine, Exit. Lie downe Ob. What haft thou done? Thou haft mistaken quite, Some true loue turn'd, and not a false turnd true. Rob. Then fate ore-rules, that one man holding troth, A million faile, confounding oath on oath. Ob. About the wood, goe fwifter then the winde, And Helena of Athens looke thou finde. All fancy ficke fhe is, and pale of cheere, With fighes of loue, that cofts the fresh bloud deare. Robin. I go, I go, looke how I goe, Swifter than arrow from the Tartars bowe. Ob. Flower of this purple die, Hit with Cupids archery, Sinke in apple of his eye, When his loue he doth efpy, Let her fhine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky. Exit. Enter C 2 Enter Pucke. Pucke. Captaine of our fairy band, Helena is heere at hand, And the youth, miftooke by me, Pleading for a louers fee. Shall we their fond pageant fee? Lord, what fooles these mortals be! Ob. Stand afide: the noyfe they make, Puc. Then will two at once wooe one, That befall preposterously. Enter Lyfander and Helena. Lys. Why fhould you think that I should wooe in fcorn? Scorne and derifion neuer come in teares : Looke when I vow I weepe; and vowes fo borne, In their natiuity all truth appeares. How can these things in me, feeme fcorne to you? Hel. You do aduance your cunning more and more, Lys. I had no iudgement, when to her I fwore. Thy Thy lips, thofe kiffing cherries, tempting grow! To vow, and sweare, and fuperpraise my parts, And now both riuals, to mocke Helena. Hel. Neuer did mockers waste more idle breath. My heart to her, but as gueft-wife foiournd, |