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Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd:
Her. Little again? nothing but low and little ?-
Get you gone, you dwarf;
You are to too officious,
Now she holds me not;
[Ereunt Lys, and DEM,
I will not trust you, I;
[Exit. Her. I am amaz’d, and know not what to say.
[Exit, pursuing HELENA. Obe. This is thy negligence: still thou mistak'st, Or else commit'st thy knaveries wilfully.
Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. 1 Antiently knot-grass was believed to prevent the growth of children.
Did not you
I should know the man
Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste; For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to church-yards : damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They wilfully themselves exíle from light, And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.
Obe. But we are spirits of another sort :
Goblin, lead them up and down,
Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak
thou now. Puck. Here villain ; drawn and ready. Where art
6 Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora.
Lys. I will be with thee straight.
Follow me then To plainer ground. [Exit Lys. as following the voice.
Lysander! speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled ? Speak. In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy
head ? Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou
I'll whip thee with a rod.: He is defil'd,
Yea; art thou there? Puck. Follow my voice; we'll try no manhood here.
Tys. He goes before me, and still dares me on; When I come where he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter heeld than I: I follow'd fast, but faster he did fly; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day!
*For if but once thou show me thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. [Sleeps.
Re-enter Puck and DEMETRIUS.
Come hither; I am here,
buy this dear,
Faintpess constraineth me To measure out my length on this cold bed. By day's approach look to be visited.
[Lies down and sleeps.
Abate thy hours: shine, comforts, from the east;
detest:And, sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
[Sleeps. Puck. Yet but three? Come one more, Two of both kinds makes