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Dem. Lyfander, keep thy Hermia, I will none;
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd;
And now to Helen it is home return'd,
There ever to remain.
Lys. It is not so.
Dem. Disparage not the faith, thou dost not know,
Left to thy peril thou abide it dear.
Look, where thy love comes, yonder is thy dear.
Enter Hermia. 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 recompence. Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
I thank it, brought me to thy sound. But why unkindly did'st thou leave fo? Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go
? Her. What love could press Lyfander from my
side? Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him 'bide, Fair Helena; who more engilds the night, Than all yon fiery Orbs and eyes of light. Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know, The hate, I bear ihee, made me leave thee fo?
Her. You speak not, as you think: it cannot be.
Hel. Lo, she is one of this confed'racy;
Now, I perceive, they have conjoin'd all three,)
To fashion this false sport in (pight to me.
Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid,
Have you conspir’d, have you with these contrivd
To bait me with this foul derifion?
Is all the counsel that we two have thar'd,
The sisters vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hafty-footed time
For parting u8; O! and is all forgot?
All school-days friendship, childhood innocence ?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Created with our needles both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion;
Both warbling of one fong, both in one key;
As if our hands, our fides, voices, and minds
Had been incorp'rate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition :
Two lovely berries molded on one stem,
So with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the firit, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
And will you rend our ancient love afunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly ;
Our sex, as well as I, may chiđe
you Though I alone do feel the injury.
Her. I am amazed at your passionate words : I scorn you not; it seems that
you Hel. Have you not set Lysarider, as in scorn, To follow me, and praise my eyes
and face ? And made your other love, Demetrius, (Who even but now, did (puro 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 !
What though I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate;
But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?
This you should pity, rather than despise.
HER. I understand not what you mean by this.
HEL. Ay, do, persevere, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me, when I turn my back;
Wink at each other, hold the sweet jeft up :
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me fuch an argument:
But fare ye well, 'tis partly mine own fauit,
Which death or absence foon shall remedy.
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse;
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
HEL. O excellent !
HER. Sweet, do not scorn her fo.
Dem. If she cannot intreat, I can compel.
Lys. Thou canst compel no more than the entreat;
Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak prayers.
Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do;
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?
Lys, Away, you Ethiope !
DEM. No, no, he'll seem
To break away: take on as he would follow,
But yet come not :---you are a tame man, go.
Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr; vile thing, let loose; or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent.
Her.'Why are you grown fo rude? What change is this? Sweet love!
Lys. Thy love ? out, tawny Tartar, out;
Out, loathed medicine: hated poison, hence,
Her. Do you not jest?
HEL. Yes, footh, 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.
Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.
Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than hate? Hate me! wherefore ? O me! what news, my love ? Am not I Hermia ? are not you Lysander ? I am as fair now, as I was ere-while. Since night, you lov'd me; yet, fince night, you left me; Why then you left meam
-(O the gods forbid it!) In earnest, shall I say?
Lys. Ay, by my life ;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore be out of hope, of question, doubt;
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest;
That I do hate thee, and love Helena.
Her. O me, you juggler; oh, you canker-blossom, You thief of love; what, have you come by night, And stol’n my love's heart from him?
Hel. Fine, i'faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? what, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ?
Fie, fie, you counterfeit; you puppet, you.
Her. Puppet? why, so: way goes the game.
Now, I perceive, that she hath made compare
Between our statures; she hath urg'd her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem,
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak,
How low am I? I am not yet so low,
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; I have no gift at all in shrewishness; I am a right maid, for my cowardice : Let her not strike me. You, perhaps, may think, Because she's something lower than myself, That I can match her.
Her. Lower ! hark, again.
Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me;
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you ;
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood :
He follow'd you, for love I follow'd him,