SCENE II. Another part of the Wood. Enter OBERON. Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on in extremity. Enter PUCK. Here comes my messenger. -How now, mad spirit? And forth my mimick comes: When they him spy, And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; * Simple fellows. Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus strong, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: I led them on in this distracted fear, Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. Puck. I took him sleeping, that is finish'd too, And the Athenian woman by his side; That, when he wak'd, of force she must be ey'd. Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA. Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, The sun was not so true unto the day, As he to me: Would he have stol'n away 9 Infected. It cannot be, but thou hast murder'd him; Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, will 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 Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then, that he is well. Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore? Her. A privilege, never to see me more. And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: I Mistaken. Of thy misprison must perforce ensue 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. Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find : 2 All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear.: Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit. Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye! 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? Obe. 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; 2 Love-sick. 3 Countenance. 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, Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? Hel. You do advance your cunning more and more. When truth kills truth, O matchless holy fray! These vows are Hermia's: Will you give her o'er? Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? 4 Hçartily. |