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patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like oxbeef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house : I promise you, your kindred hath made
my eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaintance, good master Mustard-seed. Tit. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my
bower. The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye ; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Another part of the wood.
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Were met together to rehearse a play,
When they him
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.
1 Stupid company.
2 Head. • The chough is a bird of the daw kind.
But hast thou yet latch’d1 the Athenian's eyes
Puck. I took him sleeping,—that is finish'd too,
Enter DEMETRIUS and AERMIA.
but not this the man.
Would he have stolen away
should I, Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty:
Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
Her. What's this to my Lysander ? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past
the bounds Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Henceforth be never number'd among men! O! once tell true, tell true, even for my
sake. Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave touch!! Could not a worm, an adder, do so much ? An adder did it; for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung. Dem. You spend your passion on a misprised
mood : 2 I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore?
Her. A privilege, never to see me more ;And from thy hated presence part I so. See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for awhile I will remain. So scrrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;
2 In a mistaken manner.
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind. And Helena of Athens look thou find : All fancy-sick ? she is, and pale of cheers With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood
dear. By some illusion see thou bring her here: I'll charm his eyes, against she do appeai.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go ;
Obe. Flower of this purple die,