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Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait Following,-her womb then rich with my young
squire Would imitate, and sail upon the land To fetch me trifles, and return again, As from a voyage, rich with merchandise. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die ; And for her sake I do rear up her boy, And for her sake I will not part with him. Obe. How long within this wood intend you
stay? Tita. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding
Obe. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.
We shall chide downright, if I longer stay.
[Exit TITANIA, with her Train. Obe. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from
Till I torment thee for this injury.--
And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back
The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid,
Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again
Puck. I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes.
Having once this juice,
Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him Dem. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia ? The one I 'll slay, the other slayeth me. Thou toldst me, they were stol'n into this wood; And here am I, and wode 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
Dem. Do I entice you I do I speak you fair ?
I do not nor I cannot love you ?
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.
Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
It is not night when I do see your face,
Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed, Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger. Bootless speed, When cowardice pursues, and valour flies !
Dem. I will not stay thy questions : let me go ; Or, if thou follow me, do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius ! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex. We cannot fight for love, as men may do ; We should be wooed, and were not made to woo. I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
[Esceunt DEMETRIUS and HELENA