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Because I cannot meet with Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel: Leave you your power to draw,
And I shall have no power to follow you.

Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair ?
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Tell you—I do not, nor I cannot love you ?

Hel. And even for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel ; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Uke me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, loose me, only give me leave,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your love,
(And yet a place of high respect with me,)
Than to be used as you use your dog?

Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
For I am sick when I do look on thée.

Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you.
Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much
To leave the city, and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not ;
To trust the opportunity of night,
And the ill counsel of a desert place,
With the rich worth of your virginity.

Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night :
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;
for you, in my respect, are all the world.
Then how can it be said, I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,
And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you,
Run when you will, the story shall be changed;
Apollo dies, and Daphne holds the chase ;
The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind
Makes speed to catch the tiger : Bootless speed !
When cowardice pursues, and valour fies.

Dem. I will pot stay thy questions; let me go:
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
But I shall do theo mischief in the wood.

Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the feld,
You do me mischiel, Py, Demetrius!
Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex :

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Because I cannot meet with Hermia.
Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.

Hel. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;
But yet you draw not iron, for my heart
Is true as steel : Leave

you year power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you.

Dem. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair!
Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth
Tell you- 1 do not, nor I cannot love you?

Hel. Anderen for that do I love you the more.
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,
Neglect me, loose me; only give me leare,
Unworthy as I am, to follow you.
What worser place can I beg in your lore,
(And yet a place of high respect with me)
Than to be used as you use your dog?

Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;
For I am sick when I do look on thée.
Hel. And I am sick when I look not on you.

Dem. You do impeach your modesty too much
To leave the city, and

commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves you not;
To trust the opportunity of night,
And the ill counsel of a desert place,
With the rich worth of your virginity.

Hel. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
It is not night when I do see your face,
Therefore I think I am not in the night:
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;
For you, in my respect, are all the world.
Then how can it be said, I am alone,
When all the world is here to look on me?

Dem. I'll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you.
Ron when you will, the story shall be changed;
Apollo fies, and Daphne holds the chase ;
Makes speed

to

catch the tiger : Bootless speed! When cowardice pursues, and valour flies.

Dem. I will not stay the questions; let me go!
Or, if thou follow me, do not believe
But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,
You do me mischiel. Py, Demetrius!
Your wrongs do set & scandal on my ses 1

We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
We should be woo'd, and were not made to woo.
I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.

[Exeunt Dem. and Hel. Obe. Pare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this

grove,
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.-

Re-enter PUCK.
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.

Puck. Ay, there it is.
Obe.

I pray thee, give it me.
I know a bank whercou the wild thyme blows,
Where ox-lips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine :
There sleeps Titanis, some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enameli'd skin,
Weed wide

enough to wrap a fairy in :
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove:
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth: anoint his eyes ;
But do it, when the next thing he espies
May be the lady : Thou shalt know the man
By the Atherian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care ; that he may prove
More fond on her, than she upon her love :
And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow.

Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do so.

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[Exeunt.

scene ilI.-- Another part of the Wood.

Enter TITANIA, with her train. Tita. Come, now a roundel, and a fairs song i Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ; Some, war with rear-mice for their leathern wings, To make

my small elves coats; and some, keep back The clamorous owl, that nighủy hoots, and wonders At our quaint spirits : Sing me now asleep; Then to your offices, and let me rest.

SONG.

1. 1 Fai. You spotted snakes, with double tongue,

Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen;
Newts, and blind-worms, do no wrong:
Come not near our fairy queen.

CHORUS.
Philomel, with melody,

Sing in our sweet lullaby :
Lulla, lulla, lullaby: lulla, lulca, lullaby:

Never harm, nor spell nor charm,
Come our lovely lady nigk ;
So, good night, with lullaby.

II.
8 Pai. Weaving spiders, come not here ;

Hence, you long-legg'd spinners, hence;
Beetles black, approach not near :
Worm, nor snail, do no offence.

CHORUS
Philomel, with melody, &c.
I Fai, Hence, away; now all is well:
Ope, aloof, stand sentinel.

[Exeunt Fairies. Tilania sleeps.

Enter OBERON.
Obe. What thou seest, when thou dost wake,

[Squeezes the power on Titania's eye-lids.
Do it for thy true-love take;
Love, and languish for his sake;
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wak'st, it is thy dear;

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Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA. Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood;

And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way; We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,

And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Her. Be it so, Lysander, find you out a bed, Por I upon this bank will rest iny head.

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Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both ;
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.

Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sako, my dear,
Lie farther off yet, do not lie so near.

Lys. o, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence;
Love takes the meaning, in
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit;

ve's conference,
So thet but one heart we can make of it:
Two bosoms interchained with an oath ;
So then, two bosoms, and a single troth.

by your side no bed-room me deny; Por, lying 80, Hermia, I do not lie.

Fler. Lysander riddles very prettily:-
Now much
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for love and courtesy

in human modesty Such separation,

be said, far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer, say I; And then end life, when 1 end loyalty? Here is my bed : Sleep gire thee all his rest! Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be press'd!

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Enter PUCK.
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

But Athenian found t none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love.
Night and cilence ! who is here?
Weeds of Athens
This is he, my master said,

ens he doth wear :
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul ! she dur

kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe!
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.
So awake, when I am gone ;
Por I must now to Oberon.

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Rnter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running.
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.
Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
Hel. O, wilt thou darkling leave me P do not so.
Dem. Stay, on thy peril; 1 alone will go.

[Brit Demetrius.
Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the losser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe'er she lics;
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears i
Il so, my eyes ure oftener wash'd than hers.
No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
For beasts that meet me, run away for lear:
Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ?
But who is here? -Lysander! on ihe ground.
Dead P or asleep! I see no blood, no wound :-
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
Lys. Apd run through fire I will, for thy sweet sake.

(Waking.)
Transparent Helena ! Nature here shows art,
That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius! o, how it a word
Is that vile name, to perish on my sword?

Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not 80:
What though he love your Hernia ? Lord, what though?
Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content.

Lys. Content with Hermia ? No: I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
Not Hermia, but Helena I love:
Who will not change a raven for a dove ?
The will of man is by his reason sway d:
And reason says you are the worthier maid.
Things growing are not ripe until their season ;
So 1, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason becomes the marshal to my will,
And leads me to yonr eyes; where I o 'erlook
Love's stories, written in love's richest book.

Hel. Wherefore way I to this keen mockery born
When, at your hands, did I deserve this scora ?
Is 't not enough, is 't not enough, young man,
That I did never, no, por never can,

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