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Fair Helena; who more engilds the night
Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.
Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, To fashion this false sport in spite of me. Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid ! Have you conspir'd, have
with these contriv'& To bait me with this foul derison ? Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent, When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us,-0, and is all forgot? All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? We, Hermia, like two artificial 4 gods, Have with our neelds created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem : So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. And will you rent our ancient love asunder, To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly :
you Though I alone do feel the injury.
Her. I am amazed at your passionate words: I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me.
Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? And made your other love, Demetrius, (Who even but now did spurn 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 mows upon me when I turn my back; Wink at each other ; hold the sweet jest up: This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. If you have any pity, grace, or manners, You would not make me such an argument. But, fare ye well : 'tis partly mine. own fault; Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena ; hear my excuse; My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
Hel. O excellent!
6 Wry faces,
Sweet, do not scorn her so. Dom. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat; Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak
I love thee not.
it too. Dem, Quick, come,Her.
Lysander, whereto tends all this?
No, no, sir :-he will
loose ; Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change
is this, Sweet love?
Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out! Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence ! !
Her. Do you not jest.?
Yes, 'sooth; and so do yon.
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 erewhile. Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you left
Why, then you left me---0, the gods forbid !
Ay, by my life;
Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom !? You thief of love! what, have you come by night, And stol'n
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? Ay, that way goes tlie
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;
buds of flowers.
orm that preys
How low am I? I am not yet so low,
Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
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. But he hath chid me hence; and threatend me To strike me, spurn me, nay, , to kill me too : And now, so you will let me quiet go, To Athens will I bear my.folly back, And follow you no further : Let me go : You see how simple and how. fondo I am.
Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders ·
Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here hehind.
With Demetrius. Lys. Be not afraid : she shall not harm thee,
Helena. Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take her