Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, A weak bond holds you; I'll not truft your word. Lyf. What, fhould I hurt her, ftrike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her fo. 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 Lyfander ? I am as fair now, as I was ere-while. [me; Since night, you lov'd me; yet, fince night, you left Why then you left me In earneft, fhall I fay? Lyf. Ay, by my life; (O the gods forbid it!) And never did defire to fee thee more. Therefore be out of hope, of question, doubt; That I do hate thee, and love Helena. Her. O me, you jugler; oh, you canker-bloffom, You thief of love; what, have you come by night, And ftoll'n my love's heart from him? Hel. Fine, i'faith! Have you no modefty, no maiden fhame, Her. Puppet! why, fo: ay, that way goes the game. 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 fhrewishness; I am a right maid, for my cowardice: Let her not strike me. You, perhaps, may think, Her. Lower! hark, again. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be fo bitter with me; I evermore did love you, Hermia, Did ever keep your counfels, never wrong'd you; I told him of your ftealth unto this wood: Her. Why, get you gone: who is't that hinders Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Hel. With Demetrius. Lyf. Be not afraid, fhe fhall not harm thee, Helena. Dem. No, Sir, fhe fhall not, though you take her part. Hel. O, when she's angry, fhe is keen and fhrewd; She was a vixen, when she went to school; And though fhe be but little, fhe is fierce. Her. Little, again? nothing but low, and little? Why will you fuffer her to flout me thus; Let me come to her. Lyf. Get you gone, you dwarf, You Minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made; Dem. You are too officious, In her behalf that fcorns your fervices. Let her alone, speak not of Helena, Take Take not her part: for if thou doft intend Lyf. Now the holds me not; Now follow, if thou dar'ft; to try whofe right, Dem. Follow? nay, I'll go with thee cheek by jowl. [Exeunt Lyfander and Demetrius. Her. You, mistress, all this coyl is long of you: Nay, go not back. Hel. I will not truft you, I; Nor longer stay in your curft company. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray; My legs are longer, though, to run away. [Exeunt: Hermia pursuing Helena. Enter Oberon and Puck. Ob. This is thy negligence: ftill thou mistak'ft, Or elfe committ'it thy knaveries willingly. Puck. Believe me, King of fhadows, I mistook. Did not you tell me, I fhould know the man By the Athenian garments he had on? And fo far blameless proves my enterprize, That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes; And fo far am I glad it did fo fort, As this their jangling I efteem a sport. Ob. Thou feeft, these lovers feek a place to fight; Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; The starry welkin cover thou anon With drooping fogs, as black as Acheron; And And from each other, look, thou lead them thus; I'll to my Queen, and beg her Indian boy; From monster's view, and all things fhall be peace. At whofe approach, ghofts wandring here and there I with the morning-light have oft made fport; Ev'n till the eastern gate, all fiery red, But, Opening on Neptune with FAIR BLESSED beams, Turns into yellow gold his falt-green fireams.] The Epithets fair bleffed are an infipid unmeaning expletive. Shakespear, without doubt, wrote, F_A'R-E1L E1S 9 1 No beams; Eut, notwithstanding, hafte; make no delay; I will lead them up and down: I am fear'd in field and town.. Goblin, lead them up and down. ני Enter Lyfander. Lyf. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now. Puck. Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou? Lyf. I will be with thee ftraight.. Puck. Follow me then. To plainer ground. [Lyf. goes out, as following Dem. Enter Demetrius. Dem. Lyfander, speak again; Thou run-away, thou coward, art thou fled? And wilt not come? come, recreant; come, thou child, That draws a fword on thee. Dem. Yea, art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice, we'll try no manhood here. Lyfander comes back. [Exeunt. Lyf. He goes before me, and ftill dares me on; 1 i. e. whofe genial rays have the most extenfive influence. A corruption of the fame kind we meet with in Timon, Thou BLESSED-BREEDING fun. which fhould be read, Thou BLESSING-BREEDING fun, i. e. who giveth bleflings wherever it shines. 2 When |