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Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So at his fight, away his fellows fly;
And, at our slamp, here o'er and o'er one falls ;
He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.
Their sense thus weak, loft with their fears thus strong,
Made fenseless things begin to do them wrong.
For briars and thorns at their apparel snatch,
Some, fleeves; some, hats ; from yielders all things

catch.
I led them on in this distracted fear,
And left sweet Pyramus translated there:
When in that moment (so it came to pass)
Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.

06. This falls out better, than I could devise. But hast thou yet latch'd the Athenian's eyes With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

Puck. I took him sleeping; that is finish'd too;
And the Athenian woman by his side,
That when he wakes, of force she inust be ey'd.

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Enter Demetrius and Hermia. 01. STAN. This is the woman, but not this the man,

Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you fo? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; For thou, I fear, haft given me cause to curse: If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, And kill me too. The sun was not so true unto the day, As he to me.

Would he have stoll'n away From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, This whole earth may be bor’d; and that the moon May through the center creep, and so displease

Her

* Her brother's noon-tide i'th' Antipodes:
It cannot be, but thou hast murther’d him ;
So should a murtherer look, so dread, fo grim.

Dem. So should the murther'd look; and so should I,
Pierc'd through the heart with your ftern cruelty:
Yet you the murtherer look as bright, and clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimm'ring sphere.

Her. What's this to my Lysander ? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ?

Dem. l'ad rather give his carcase to my hound's Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv’ft me past the

bounds Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Henceforth be never number'd among men. O! once tell true, and even for my fake, Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake? And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch! Could not a worm, an adder do so much? An adder did it, for with doubler tongue Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris d mood;
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood,
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore?

Her. A privilege never to see me more;
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he's dead or no. (Exit.

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain : So forrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth forrow owe;

* Her brother's noon-tide with th' Antipodes] This the old Reading. She says, she would as soon believe, that the Moon, then shining, could creep through the Centre, and meet the Sun's Light on the Other Side the Globe. It is plain therefore we should read,

i'th' Antipodes, i. to in the Antipodes where the Sun was then shining.

Which now in some flight measure it will pay,
If for his Tender here I make some stay. (Lies down.

06. What haft thou done? thou hast mistaken quite,
And laid thy love-juice on some true love's fight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.
Puck. Then fate o'er rules, that, one man holding.

troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

0b. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens, fee, thou find. All fancy-fick she is, and pale of cheer; With fighs of love, that coft the fresh blood dear; By fome illusion, fee, thou bring her here; I'll charm his eyes, against she doth appear.

Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit.

Ob. 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
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wak'ft, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

Enter Puck.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth, miftook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be!

Ob. Stand afide: the noise, they make,
Will cause Demetrius to awake.

Puck. Then will two at once woo one; That must needs be sport alone.

And

And those things do best please me,
That befal prepostrously.

S CE N E VI.

Enter Lysander and Helena.
1y%. W HYdbould you think, that I should woo
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 truih, O devilish, holy, fray ! These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er ?

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..

Lys. I had no judgment when to her I swore.
Her. 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
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
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 Pureness of pure white, this seal of bliss.
Hel

. O spight, О hell! I see you all are bent
To set againit me, for your merriment:
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.

Can

* Can you not hate me, as I know

you

do,
But must join infolents to mock me too?
If you are men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so:
To vow and swear, and super-praise my parts;
When I am sure,

you
hate me

with
your

hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia,
And now both rivals to mock Helena.
A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With

your derision ! none of nobler fort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.

Lyf. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know.
And here with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helená to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my

death. Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Dem. Lyfander, keep thy Hermia, I will none;
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd;
And now to Helen it is home return'd,
There ever to remain.

Lyf. It is not fo.

Dem. Disparage not the faith, thou doft not know, Left to thy peril thou abide it dear. Look, where thy love comes, yonder is thy dear.

* Can

you

not hate me, as I know you do, But You must join in souls to mock me too?} This is spoken to. Demetrius. The last Line is nonsense. They should be read thus,

Can

you not hate me, as I know you do, But must join insolents to mock me too ? meaning Lysander, who, as she thought, mocked her when he declared his Passion for her,

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