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To pluck this crawling lerpent from my Breast ↳

London Printed for J.Bell British Library Strand August 591785.

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Lys. She sees not Hermia :-Hermia, sleep thou

there;

And never may'st thou come Lysander near!
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things,
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Or, as the heresies, that men do leave,
Are hated most of those they did deceive ;
So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy,

Of all be hated; but the most, of me!

And all my powers, address your love and might,
To honour Helen, and to be her knight!

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[Exit. Her. [starting from sleep.] Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best,

To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Ay me, for pity !—what a dream was here?
Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear:
Methought, a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :

Lysander! what, remov'd? Lysander! lord!

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What, out of hearing; gone? no sound, na

word?

Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;
Speak, of all loves; I swoon almost with fear.
No?-then I well perceive you are not nigh:

Or death, or you, I'll find immediately,

428 [Exit.