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As the Venus of the sky.-
When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee;
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
0b. Stand aside : the noise they make,
Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one ;
That must needs be sport alone :
And those things do best please me,
That befall prepost'rously.
Enter LYSANDER, and Helena. Iys. Why should you think, that I should woo in
scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears : Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Bearing the badge of faith to prove them true ? 330
Hel. You do advance your cunning niore and more.
When truth kills truth, o devilish holy iray! These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her o'er? Weigla cath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales,
Will even weigh; and both as light as tales.
Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore.
Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her
o'er. Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Dem. [awaking] O Helen, goddess, nymph, perféct, divine !
340 To what, my love, shall I compare
Chrystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow,
When thou hold'st up thy hand : 0, let me kiss
This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss !
Heli O spight! O hell! I see, you all are bent
To set against me, for your merriment,
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know
But you must join, in souls, to mock me too?
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so;
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia ;
And now both rivals to mock Helena :
A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,
With your derision! none, of nobler sort,
Would so offend a virgin ; and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so ;
For you love Hermia ; this, you know, I know :
And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my death. 370
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia ; I will none:
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd;
And now to Helen it is home return'd,
There to remain.
Lys. Helen, it is not so.
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.
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function
The ear more quick of apprehension makes ;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompence :-
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?
I.ys. Why should he stay, whoin love doth press
Her. What love could press Lysander from my side?
389 Lys. Lysander'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. 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,
To fashion this false sport in spight of me.
Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid !
Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hasty-footed time
For parting us,-0, and is all forgot?
All school-day friendship, childhood innocence ?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, '.
Have with our neelds created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
But yet a union in partition,
Two lovely berries molded on one stem :
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly :
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it;
Though I alone do feel the injury.
Her. I am amazed at your passionate words :
I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me.
Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
To follow me, and praise my eyes and face?
And made your other love, Demetrius
(Who even but now did spurn me with his foot),
To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare,
Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this
To her he hates ? and wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection;
But by your setting on, by your consent ?
What though I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate;
But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?
This you should pity, rather than despise,
Her. I understand not what you mean by this. 440
Hel. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;
Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up:
This sport, well carry'd, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, cr manners,
You would not make me such an argument.