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I_jest to Oberon and make him smile
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. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania. * 6o 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 When thou hast stolen away from fairy land, And in the shape of Corin sat all day, Playing on pipes of corn and versing love To amorous Phillida. Why art thou) here, Come from the farthest steppe of India? But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, e 7o Your buskin’d mistress and your warrior love, To Theseus must be wedded, and you, COIsle 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 2 / Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
From Perigenia, whom he ravished 2
I'll make her render up her page to me.
Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him.
Dem. I love thee aot, therefore pursue me not. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. I go Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood; And here am I, and wood within this wood, Because I cannot- meet my Hermia. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant: But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel: leave you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you. Dem. Do I entice you ? do I speak you fair : Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth 2OO 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, T)emetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worser place can I beg in your love, And yet a place of high respect with me, Than to be used as you use your dog 2 I O 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 you. 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 With the rich worth of your virginity. C