The sun was not so true unto the day, As he to me: Would he have stol'n away This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon 260 Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt 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 bounds 270 Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for ought that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. 280 Her. Her. A privilege, never to see me more.- [Exit, Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein; For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: 291 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, Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find : All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear: By some illusion see thou bring her here; Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go; Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye! Let her shine as gloriously 301 [Exit. As As the Venus of the sky. When thou wak'st, if she be by, Re-enter PUCK. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, And the youth, mistook by me, Shall we their fond pageant see? 310 Ob. Stand aside: the noise they make, Will cause Demetrius to awake. Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one; That must needs be sport alone : 320 And those things do best please me, Enter LYSANDER, and HELENA. Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo in scorn? 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, 239 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 Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. 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 ? To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, 340 350 360 Would Would so offend a virgin; and extort Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Lys. Helen, it is not so. 370 Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. 379 Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Enter HERMIA. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; It pays the hearing double recompence :- Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? Her. |