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' MIDSUMMER-NIGHTS DREAM. Ad III
A trim explolt, a manly enterprize,
To conjure tears up in a poor mald's eyes,
With your derisioa! None, of noble sort,
Would so offend a virgin; and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport

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Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;
For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know
And here, with all good will, with all my beart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do to my death.

Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia: I will note:
Ife'er 1 loved her, all that lore is gone.
My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojound;
And now to Helen is it home return'd,
There to remain.
Lys.

Helen, it is not so
Dent. Disparage not the faith thou dost not loor,
Lest, to thy peril, thou abg it dear.-
Look, where thy love counes; sonder is the dear.

Enter HERMIA.
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense. --
Thou art not by mine

eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to the sound.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

Lys. Why should he stay, whəm lore dotk pres to go
Her. What love could press Lysander from my side!
Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,
Fair Helena; who more engilds the night
Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek'st thou me ? could not this make the know,
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so!
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 conspired, have you with these cintrived
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel, that we two have shared,
The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the basty-footed time
Por parting us,-0, and is all forgot ?

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All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ?
We, Hermia, like two artificial 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 rend our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:
Our sex, as well as 1, may chide you for it;
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 cor.sent?
What though I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate;
But miserable most, to love unloved ?
This you should pity, rather than despise.

Her. I understand not what you mean by this.
Hel. Ay, do, persever, 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 !
Her.

Sweet, do not scorn her so.
Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.

VOL. II.

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Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat;
Thy threats have no more strength than her weak

prayers.-
Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do ;
I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false that says I love thee not.

Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do.
Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
Dem. Quick, come,-
Her.

Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Lys. Awas, sou Ethiop!
Dem.

No, no, sir :-he will
Seem to break loose ; take on, as you would follow;
But yet come not: you are a tame man, go!
Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing, let

loose;
Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent.

Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change is Sweet love?

[this,
Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine I hated potion, hence !

Her. Do you not jest ?
Hel.

Yes, sooth; and

do you. Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.

Dem. I would I had your bond; for I perceise A weak bond holds you! I'll not trust your word.

Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

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Her. What, can you do me greater harm, thali 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.

[me :
Since night you loved me; yet, since night you left
Why, then you left me-o, the gods forbid !-
In earnest, shall I say?
Lys.

Ay, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt,
Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest,
That I do hate thee, and love Helen.
You thief of love! what, have you come by night,

Her. O me! you juggler! you canker blossom!
And stolen my love's heart from him ?
Hel,

Fine, l'faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ?
Fy, ly! you counterfeit, you puppet you !

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Because I am go dwarfish, and so sleem,

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Her. Puppet! why so ? Ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive, that she hath made compare
Between our statures, she hath urged her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her ht, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his est
How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak;
How low am I? I am not yet so low,
But my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,
Let her not hurt me I was never curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness ;
I am a right maid for my cowardice
Let her not strike me: You, perhaps, may think,
Because she's something lower than myself,
that

I can match her.
Her.

Lower! hark, again.
Tel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.
evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,

ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you ;
I tolil him of your stealth unto this wood:
He follow'd sou; for love, 1 follow'd him.
But he hath chid me hence;

e; and threaten'd me,
To strike

me,
And now, so you

let
And follow you no farther. Let me go :
You
Her. Why, get you gone : Who is't that hinders you?
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 fout me thus ?
Let me come to her.
You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.

Dem.
In her behall, that scorns your services.

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Get you gone, you dwarf;

You are too officious

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Let her alone; speak not of Helena ;
Take not her part : for, if thou dost intend
Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.
Lys.

Now she holds me not;
Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,
Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.
Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole,

[Exeunt Lys. and Dem.
Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you:
Nay, go not back.
Hel.

I will not trust you, I;
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray;
My legs are longer though, to run away.

[Eril. Her. I am amazed, and know not what to say

(Eril, pursuing Helena, Obe. This is thy negligence : still thou mistakest, Or else committ'si thy knaveries wilfully,

Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, 'I mistook.
Did not you tell me, I should know the man
By the Athenian garments he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes :
And so far am I glad it so did sort,
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.

Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight :
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog, as black as Acheron;
And lead these testy rivals so astray,
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong i
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus,
Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye;
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property.
To take from thence all error, with his might,
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision;
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend,
With league, whose date till death shall never end.
Whiles in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen, and beg her ludian boy ;

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Let her alone; speak not of Helena;

Take not her part : for, if thou dost intend
Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.
Lys.

Now she holds me not ;
Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,
Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.
Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jola

(Exeunt Lys, and Desi Her. You, mistress, all this coil is long of you: Nay, go not back.

I will not trust you, I;
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fras;
My legs are longer though, to run away.

[En! Her. I am amazed, and know not what to say

[Erit, pursuing Helena Obe. This is the negligence : still thou mistakest, Or else committ'si thy knareries wilfulls,

Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
Did not you tell me, I should know the man
By the Athenian garments he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes :
And so far am I glad it so did sort,
As this their fangting I esteem a sport.

Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to light:
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin corer thou anon
Vith drooping fog, as black as Acheron;
and lead these testy rivals so astray,

sone come not within another's was, ike to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; mnd sometime rail thou like Demetrius; nd from each other look thou lead them thus, Ell o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep ith leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: men crush this herb into Lysander's eye; hose liquor hath this virtuous property, take from thence all error, with his might,

make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight. en they next wake, all this derision Il seem a dream, and fruitless vision; back to Athens shall the lovers wend,

league, whose date till death shall never end. Tes I in this affair do thee employ, to my queen, ana beg her ludian boy ;

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