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Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make
Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one ;
Enter LYSANDER and HELENA.
Lys. Why should you think that I should woo in
In their nativity all truth appears.
Hel. You do advance your cunning more and
When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!
These vows are Hermia's; will you give her o'er ? Weigh oath 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, per
fect, divine !
Hel. O spite ! O hell! I see you all are bent
You both are rivals, and love Hermia ;
eyes, With your
derision ! none, of noble sort,1
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so ;
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia ; I will none : If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone. My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd; And now to Helen is it 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 abide it dear.2Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function
takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes ;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
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 1 and eyes of light. Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee
know, The hate I bare 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 spite of me. Injurious Hermia ! most ungrateful maid ! Have you conspired, have you with these contrived To bait me with this foul derision ?, Is all the counsel that we two have shared, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us,-0, now, is all forgot? All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial 2 gods,
Have with our neelds 1 created both one flower,
you 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?