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If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I,
Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, will thou give him me?
Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out,.cur! thou driv'st me past the
1 bounds Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Henceforth be never number'd among men! O!: once tell true, tell true, even for my
sake; 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'do
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 be dead or no. [Exit.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Which now, in some slight measure it will
pay, If for his tender here I make some stay. [Lies down.
Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: 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.
Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find : All fancy-sick? she is, and pale of cheer 8 With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear: By some illusion see thou bring her here; I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go ;
Let her shine as gloriously
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Obe. Stand aside : the noise they make,
Puck. Then will two at once, woo one;
Enter LYSANDER and HELENA,
Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in
In their nativity all truth appears.
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?
Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:
Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales,
Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore.
fect, divine !
you must join, in souls,9 to mock me too?
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 lov'd her, all that love is gone. My heart with 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, Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.2Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.
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 :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? Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
» Pay dearly for it.