I jest to Oberon and make him smile And when she drinks, against her lips I bob A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon. 50 Fai. And here my mistress. Would that he were gone! Enter, from one side, OBFRON, with his train; from the other, TITANIA, with hers. Obe. Il met by moonlight, proud Titania. Tita. What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence: I have forsworn his bed and company. Obe. Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord? Tita. Then I must be thy lady but I know To give their bed joy and prosperity. Obe. How canst thou thus for shame, Titania, Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night 60 ·70 From Perigenia, whom he ravished? And make him with fair Egle break his faith, Tita. These are the forgeries of jealousy: To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport, By their increase, now knows not which is which: Is, as in mockery, set: the spring, the summer, I'll make her render up her page to me. Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him. The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood; Hence, get thee gone, and follow. me no more. Dem. Do I entice you? do I speak you fair? Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot love you? Hel. And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, What worser place can I beg in your love,— Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit, For I am sick when I do look on thee. Hel. And I am sick when I look not on yoù. Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much, To leave the city and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not; To trust the opportunity of night. And the ill counsel of a desert place C 190 200 210 |