And haft thou kill'd him fleeping? O brave 'touch! Dem. You spend your paffion on a mispris'd mood: Nor is he dead, for ought that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. And from thy hated prefence part I fo; [Exit. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein : i If for his tender here I make some stay. [Lies down. Ob. What haft thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on fome true-love's fight: Of thymifprifion must perforce enfue Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Ob. 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: I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear. f touch!-stroke, feat, exploit. 2 on a mifpris'd mood :]-erroneously, you mistake its object. k * mifprifion]-blunder. Puck. Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Ob. Flower of this purple dye, Re-enter Puck. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, And the youth, mistook by me, Shall we their " fond pageant fee? Lord, what fools these mortals be! Ob. Stand afide: the noise they make, Will cause Demetrius to awake. Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one; [Exit. Lys. Why fhould you think, that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derifion never come in tears: Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows fo born, Hit with Cupid's archery,]— --the bolt of Cupid fell, "It fell upon a little western flower "Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound.” A& II, S. 2. Ob. In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me feem fcorn to you, To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ? Thy lips, thofe kiffing cherries, tempting grow ! If you were civil, and knew courtesy, To vow, and fwear, and fuperpraise my parts, P nativity]—the very manner of their utterance. Taurus]-A range of mountains in Afia. join in foul]-clofely and earnestly confpire-in fouls; ill fouls; in Seouls, fcoffs. You You both are rivals, and love Hermia; To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes, Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not fo; Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Lys. Helen, it is not fo. Dem. Difparage not the faith thou doft 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 sense, sextort]-rack, weary out. aby-fuffer for it. Lyf Lyf. Why fhould he stay, whom love doth prefs 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 "o's and eyes of light. W Why feek'st thou me? could not " this make thee know, The hate I bare thee made me leave thee fo? X Her. You speak not as you think it cannot be. Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, y The fifters' vows, the hours that we have spent, Two lovely berries molded on one stem: So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; - Two of the firft, like coats in heraldry, - o's]-orbs. to me. W this]-Helena's beauty. artificial]-fkilful. Two of the firft,]-two coats of the firft house, or principal quarterings of a coat, borne in two diftinct fhields, united at top, and crowned with one creft. Due |