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Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? what, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ?
Fie, fie, you counterfeit ; you puppet, you.
Her. Puppet! why, fo : ay, that way goes the game
Now, I perceive, that she hath made compare
Between our ftatures ; she hath urg'd her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, the hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem,
Because I am so dwarfish and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? fpeak;
How low am I? I am not yet
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.
Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Let her not hurt me: I was never curft ; 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 fhe's something lower than my self, That I can match her.
Her. Lower! hark, again.
Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me;
I evermore did love you, Hermia,
Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,
I told him of your stealth unto this wood:
He follow'd you, for love I follow'd him,
But he hath chid me hence, and threaten’d me
To strike me, fpurn me, nay to kill me too;
you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will I bear my folly back,
And follow you no further. Let me go.
You fee, how simple and how fond I am.
Her. Why, get you gone; who is't, that hinders you?
Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind,
Her. What, with Lyfander ?
Hel. With Demetrius.
Lys. Be not afraid, she shall not harm thee, Helena.
pem. Nó, Sir, Me shall not, though you take her part.
Hel. O, 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 Aout me thus?
Let me come to her.
Lyf. Get you gone, you dwarf,
You Minimus, of hind’ring knot-grass made, (20)
You bead, you acorn.
Dem. You are too officious,
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone, speak not of Helena,
Take not her part; for if thou dost intend
Never so little shew of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it..
Lys. Now The holds me not ;
Now follow, if thou dar'st; to try whose right,
Or chine, or mine, is most in Helena.
Dem. Follow? nay, I'll go with thee cheek by jowl. -
[Excunt Lysander and Demetrius, Her. You, mistress, all this coyl is long of you: Nay, go not back.
Hel. I will noš 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:
[Exeunt: Herm. pursuing Helena.
Enter Oberon and Puck.
Ob. This is thy negligence : still thou mistak'st,
Or else committ'st thy knaveries willingly.
(20) Tou Minimus, -] This is no Term of Art, that I can find ; and I can scarce be willing to think, that Shakespeare would use the Masculine of an Adjective to a Woman. He was not so deficient in Grammar. I have not ventur'd to disturb the Text; but the Author, perhaps, "might have wrote ;
You, Minim, you, i. e. You Diminutive of the Creation, you Reptile. In this Sense
, to use a more recent Authority, Milton uses the Word in the 7th Book of Paradise Loft.
These as a Line their long Dimenfion drew,
Streaking the Ground with finuous Trace; not all
Minims of Nature:
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 enterprize,
That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes ;
And so far am I glad it did so fort,
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
Ob. Thou seeft, 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 aftray,
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lysander, sometime, frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
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 Lyfander's eye,
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with its might ;
And make his eye-balls rowl with wonted light.
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 thall never end.
Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my Queen, and beg her Indian boy ;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monster's view, and all things shall be peacc.
Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with hafte, For night's Twift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger ; At whose approach, ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards; damned spirits all, That in cross-ways and foods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fear lest day should look their hames upon,
They willfully exile themselves from light;
And muft for aye confort with black-brow'd night.
Ob, But we are spirits of another fort;
I with the morning-light have oft made sport;
And, like a forefter, the groves may tread,
Ev'n 'till the eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his falt green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay;
We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit Oberon.
Puck. Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down:
I am fear'd in field and town.
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.
Lyf. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ? speak thou
Puck. Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art
Lyf. I will be with thee straight.
Puck. Follow me then
To plainer ground. [Lys. goes out, as following Dem.
Dem. Lysander, speak again ;
Thou run-away, thou coward, art thou fled ?
Speak in some bush : where doft thou hide thy head ?
Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the ,bushes that thou look'st for wars,
And wilt not come? come, recreant; come, thou child,
I'll whip thee with a rod; he is defild,
That draws a sword on thee.
Dem. Yea, art thou there?
Puck. Follow my voice, we'll try no manhood here,
Lysander comes back.
Lyf. He goes before me, and still dares me on;
When I come where he calls me, then he's gone.
The villain is much lighter-heeld, than 1:
Į follow'd fast, but fafter he did fly;
That fall'n am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day:
[Lyes down, For if but once thou shew me thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this fpight.
Enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Ho, ho, ho, coward, why com'ft thou not?
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ft: for well I wot,
Thou run'st before me, shifting every place s
And dar'ít not ftand, nor look me in the face,
Where are thou?
Puck. Come thou hither, I am here.
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'st me; thou shalt buy
If ever I thy face by day-light see.
Now, go thy way; faintness constraineth me
To measure out my length on this.cold bed.
By day's approach look to be vifted. [Ly's down,
Hel. O weary night, O long ard tedious night,
Abate thy hours; shine, comforts, from the East; That I may back to Athens by day-light,
From these, that my poor company deteft;
And sleep, that fometimes fhuts up sorrow's eye,
Steal me a while-from mine own company. [Sleeps.
Puck. Yet but three? come one more,
Two of both kinds make up four.
Here she comes, curft and lad:
Cupid is a knavish lad,
Thus to make poor females mad.
Her. Never fo weary, never fo in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars,
çao no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my