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Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Yet you the murderer look as bright, and clear, As yonder Venus in her glimm'ring (phere.
Her. What's this to my Lysander ? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me ?
Dem. I'd rather give his carcass to my hounds.
Her. Out, dog out, cur! thou driv'it me past the
Of maiden's patience. Hait thou flain him then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men.
O! once tell true, and even for my fake,
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake!
And haft thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch !
Could not a worm, an adder do so much ?
An adder did it, for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou ferpent, never adder ftung.
Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris’d mood:
I am not guilty of Lyfander'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 fo:
See me no' more, whether he's dead or no. (Exit.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein, Here, therefore, for å while I will remain So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, For debt, that bankrupt sleep doth forrow owe; Which now in some slight measure it will pay, If for his Tender here I make some stay. [Lies down.
Ob. What hait thou done? thou haft mittaken quire, And laid thy love-juice on fome truc love's fight : Of thy mnisprifion 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,
Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens, fee, thou find.
All fancy. sick the is, and pale of cheer;
With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear;
By some illusion, see, thou bring her here;
I'll charm his Eyes, against the doth appear.
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Exit,
Ob. Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye!
When bis love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
Puck. Captain of our fairy-band,
Helena is here at hand,
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, wha: fools these mortals be?
03. Stand afide ; the noise they make Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two at once woo one ;
That must needs be sport alone.
And those things do best please me,
That befal prepoft'rously,
Enter Lysander and Helena.
Lyf. 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 devilish, holy, fray! These vows are Hermia's; will you give her o'er? Weigh oash 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.
Lyf. I had no judgment when to her I swore.
. Nor none in my Mind, now you give her o'er. Lyf. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Dem. [awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect,
To what, my love, fhall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy; O how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kisling cherries, tempting grow!
That pure congealed white, high Taurus" snow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow
When thou hold'It up thy hand. O let me kiss
This Princess of pure white, this feal of bliss..
Hel. O spight, О hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me, for your merriment:
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you muft join in souls
mock me too!
If you are men, as men you are in thow,
You would not use a gentle lady fo:
To vow and swear, and super-praise my parts ;
When, I am sure, you hate me with your hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia,
And now both rivals to mock Helena..
A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
derifion! none of nobler ford
Would so offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience all to make you sport.
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 Iny
In Hermia's love 1 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. Lisander, Keep thy Hermia, I will none; If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
My heart to her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd;
And now to Helen it is home return'd,
There ever to remain.
Lyf. It is not so.
Dem. Disparage not the faith, thou doft not know,
Left to thy peril thou abide it dear,
Look, where thy love comes, yonder is thy dear.
Her. Dark night that from the Eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes :
Wherein it doth impair the feeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompence.
'Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy found.
But why unkindly did'ft thou leave me fo?
L;. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?
Her. What love could prefs Lysander from my fide ?
Lyf. Lifander's love, that would not let him 'bide,
l'air Helena; who more engilds the night,
Than all yon fiery O's and eyes of light.
Why feek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,
The hate, I bear thee, made me leave thee fo?
Her. You fpeak not, as you think: it cannot be.
Hel. Lo, me is one of this confed'racy ;
Now, I perceive, they have conjoin'd all three,
To fathion this false sport in spight of me.
Injurious Hermia, moit ungrateful maid,
Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd
To tait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
The sisters vows, the hours we have spent,
When we have chid the hafty-footed time
For pariing us; O! and is all forgot?
Ail school-days friend thip, childhood innocence !
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Created with our needles both one flower,
Both on one sampler, fitting on one cushion;
Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
As if our hands, our fides, voices, and minds
Had been incorp'rate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet an union in partition ;
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem,
So with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the firft, like coats in heraldry, (13)
Due but to one, and crowned with one creit.
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 I, 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 mé.
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, fo rich within his foul,
And tender me, forsooth, affection ;
But by your setting on, by your consent ?
What though I be net so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate ;
But miserable moft, to love unlov'd?
This you should pity, rather than despise.
Her. I underkand not what you mean by this.
Hel. Ay, do, persevere, counterfeit fad looks,
Make mouths upon me, when I turn my back j
Wink each at other, hold the sweet jest up:
This sport, well carried, Mall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners.
(13) Tevo of tbe for Life, coats in Heraldry.
Due but to Ore, and crowned with one Creft.) The truc Correction of this Pafiage I owe to the Friendship and Communication of the ingenious Mariin Folks, Esq; Two of the fili, facond, &c. are Terms peculiar in Heraldry to distinguish the different Quarterings of Coans,