Q Help To pluck this crawling lerpent from my Breast ↳ London Printed for J.Bell British Library Strand August 591785. Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep thou there; And never may'st thou come Lysander near! Of all be hated; but the most, of me! And all my powers, address your love and might, 410 [Exit. Her. [starting from sleep.] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best, To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast! Lysander! what, remov'd? Lysander! lord! 420 What, out of hearing; gone? no sound, na word? Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear; Or death, or you, I'll find immediately, 428 [Exit. |