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Swift as a shadow, short as any dream,
Her. If then true lovers have been ever crossed,
If thou lov'st me, then,
My good Lysander ! I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow; By his best arrow with the golden head ; By the simplicity of Venus' doves; By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves ; And by that fire which burned the Carthage queen, When the false Trojan under sail was seen ; By all the vows that ever men have broke, In number more than ever women spoke ; In that same place thou hast appointed me, To-morrow truly will I meet with thee. Lys. Keep promise, love.—Look, here comes
Enter HELENA Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away?
Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair : 0 happy fair ! Your eyes are lode-stars, and your tongue's sweet
air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. Sickness is catching : 0, were favour so, Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
the motion of Demetrius' heart. Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles
such skill ! Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection
move ! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. Her. His folly, Helena, 's no fault of mine. Hel. None, but your beauty : would that fault
were mine! Her. Take comfort: he no more shall see my
Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold :
A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal, Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.
Her. And in the wood, where often you and I Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, There my Lysander and myself shall meet; And thence, from Athens turn away our eyes, To seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us, And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius Keep word, Lysander : we must starve our sight From lovers' food, till morrow deep midnight. Lys. I will, my Hermia. [Exit HERM]
Helena, adieu : As you on him, Demetrius dote on you ! [Exit.
Hel. How happy some o'er other some can be ! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she ; But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so ; He will not know what all but he do know; And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, So I, admiring of his qualities. Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity : Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind : Nor hath Love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings and no eyes, figure unheedy haste :
SCENE II.-Athens. A Room in QUINCE's House
Enter QUINCE, SNUG, BOTTOM, FLUTE, Snout, and
Quin. Is all our company here?
Bot. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.
Quin. Here is the scroll of every man's name,