Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none: 170 Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Re-enter HERMIA. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, It pays the hearing double recompense. Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? 180 Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? Her. What love could press Lysander from my side? Lys. Lysander'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 seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know, The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? Her. You speak not as you think: it cannot be. Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three Have you conspired, have you with these contrived Is all the counsel that we two have shared, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, For parting us,-O, is all forgot? All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? 190 200 We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem; Due but to one and crowned with one crest. Her. I am amazed at your passionate words. Her. I understand not what you mean by this. 210 220 230 This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse: Hel. O excellent! Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so. Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. 240 Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat: Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. Helen, I love thee; by my life I do: I swear by that which I will lose for thee, To prove him false that says I love thee not. Dem. I say I love thee more than he can do. Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow, 251 Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent! 261 Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change is this? Sweet love, Lys. Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out! Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! Her. Do you not jest? Hel. Yes, sooth; and so do you. Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Dem. I would I had your bond, for I perceive A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word. Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. Her. What, can you do me greater harm than hate? I am as fair now as I was erewhile. 270 Since night you loved me; yet since night you left me: In earnest, shall I say? Lys. Ay, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more. Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt; Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom! Hel. Fine, i' faith! Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, Her. Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game. Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him. How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak; But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; 300 I have no gift at all in shrewishness; I am a right maid for my cowardice: Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think, Because she is something lower than myself, Her. Lower! hark again. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I evermore did love you, Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; I told him of your stealth unto this wood. You see how simple and how fond I am. 310 Her. Why, get you gone: who is 't that hinders you? Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Her. What, with Lysander? Hel. With Demetrius. 320 Lys. Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. Dem. No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part. Hel. O, when she 's angry, she is keen and shrewd! She was a vixen when she went to school; And though she be but little, she is fierce. Her. 'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little'! Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ? Let me come to her. Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf; You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made; You bead, you acorn. Dem. You are too officious 330 In her behalf that scorns your services. |