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well : 'tis partly mine own fault;
Iys. Stay, gentle Helena ; hear my excuse;
Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat;
prove him false, that says I love thee not.
Dem. No, no, sir, he'll
Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you.
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?
480 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,- the gods forbid !-
Lys. Ay, by my life;
490 That I do hate thee, and love Helena.
Her. O me! you jugler! oh, you canker-blossom! You thief of love! what, have you come by night, And stol'n my 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 ! 499 Her. Puppet! why so ? Ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Her. 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 threaten'd 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 fond I am.
Her. Why, get you gone : Who is't that hinders
530 Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Her. What, with Lysander? Hel. With Demetrius. Lys. Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take her
part. Hel. 0; when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd: She was a vixen, when she went to school; And, though she be but little, she is fierce.
Her. Little again ? nothing but low and little ; Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ?
440 Let me come to her.
Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf ;
Dem. You are too officious,
550 Lys. Now she holds me not; Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Or thine or mine, is most in Helena. Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jowl.
[Exit LYSANDER and Dem. Her. You, mistress, all this coyl is 'long of yoy : Nay, go not back.
Hel. I will not trust you, I;
[Exeunt : HERMIA pursuing HELENA.
Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.