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Puck. I go, I go; look how I go, V IOO Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit. Obe. Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid’s archery, Sink in apple of his eye. | When his love he doth espy, # Let her shine as gloriously, y | As the Venus of the sky. * When thou wakest, if she be by, Beg of her for remedy.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band, I IO
Obe. Stand aside : the noise they make
Puck. Then will two at once woo one; *x
Enter LY SANDER and HELENA.
Lys. 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? Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray ! These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er I 3 O 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. D
Lys. I had no judgement 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, perfect, divine ! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne : Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show S Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow ! I4O That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow, Fann’d with the eastern wind, turns to a crow When thou hold'st up thy hand : O, let me kiss ~This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss
Hel. O spite O hell ! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment:
So To conjure tears up in a poor maid’s eyes
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. 17 O My heart to 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,
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, It pays the hearing double recompense. I 8o 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 :
Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go
Her. What love could press Lysander from my side 2
Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Fair Helena, who more engilds the night Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light. Why seek'st thou me 2 could not this make thee know, The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so P I 9 O
Her. You speak not as you think: it cannot be.
Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy 1 Now I perceive they have conjoin’d all three To fashion this false sport, in spite of me. Injurious Hermia most ungrateful maid! SG 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 2 OO For parting us, O, is all forgot? All school-days’ friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
\ Both warbling of one song, both in one key,
| Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
But yet an union in partition ; 2 I C)
: So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Her. I am amazed at your passionate words. 22 O I scorn you not : it seems that you scorn me.
Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
Her. I understand not what you mean by this.
; Hel. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks, y / Make mouths upon me when I turn my back; Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up: S
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. 24 O
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse: My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena
Hel. O excellent
Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so.
Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat : Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. Helen, I love thee; by my life I do: 25 I I swear by that which I will lose for thee, To prove him false that says I love thee not. Dem. I say I love thee more than he can do. Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. Dem. Quick, come !
Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Seem to break loose ; take on as you would follow,
Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr vile thing, let loose, Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent 26 I
Her. Why are you grown so rude what change is this? Sweet love,
Lys. Thy love out, tawny Tartar, out! Out, loathed medicine ! hated potion, hence
Her. Do you not jest?
Hel. Yes, sooth; and so do you.
Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.
Dem. I would I had your bond, for I perceive A weak bond holds you : I’ll not trust your word.