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If thou hast Nain Lysander in his Neep,
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day,
As he to me.

Would he have stoll'n away
From seeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon,
This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon
May through the center creep, and so displease
2 Her brother's noon-tide i'th' Antipodes.
It cannot be, but thou hast murther'd him ;
So should a murtherer look, so dread, so grim.

Dem. So should the murther'd look; and so should I,
Pierc'd through the heart with your ftern cruelty :
Yet you the murtherer look as bright, and clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimm’ring sphere.

Her. What's this to my Lysander ? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Dem. l’ad rather give his carcass to my hounds.
Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'it me past the

bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou Nain 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 hast thou kill'd him Deeping ? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder do so much
An adder did it, for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood;
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, 2 Her brother's noon tide with th' Antipodes.] She says, she would as soon believe, that the moon, then shining, could creep through the centre, and meet the sun's light on the other side the Globe. It is plain therefore we should read

I'T H'. Antipodes, i. e, in the Antipodes where the fun was then shining.

Dem.

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Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore !

Her. A privilege never to see me more ;
And fram 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 a while I will remain :
So forrow's heaviness doth heavier grow,
For debt, that bankrupt Neep doth forrow owe;
Which now in fome night measure it will pay,
If for his Tender here I make fome stay. [Lies down.

06. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite,
And laid thy love-juice on some true love's sight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn’d, and not a false turn'd truc.
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-fick she is, and pale of cheer ;
With fighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear ;
By some illusion, fee, thou bring her here;
I'll charm his eyes, against she 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 his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky,
When thou wakłst, if she be þy,
Beg of her for remedy.

Enter Puck.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand,

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And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these 'mortals be!

Ob. 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 prepost'rously.

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S СЕ N E VI.

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 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.
Her. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o’er.
Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.
Dem. (awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, per-

fect, divine,
To what, my love, shall 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' Inow,
Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow

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When thou hold'st up thy hand. O let me kiss
(a) This Pureness of pure white, this seal 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 courtesie,
You would not do me thus much injury.
3 Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But must join insolents to mock me too?
If you are men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so:
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 trimn exploit, a manly enterprize,
To conjure tears up

a poor maid's eyes
With your derision ! none of nobler sort
Would fo offend a virgin, and extort
A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.

Lyf. You are unkind, Demetrius ; be not fo;
For you love Hermia ; this, you know, I know.
And here with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermid'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 none; If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. 3 Can you not hate me, as I know

you do, But you must join IN SOULS to mock me too.?] This is spoken to Demetrius. The last line is nonsense. They should be read thus,

Cun you not hate me, as I know you do,

But muft join INSOL'EN T S to mock me too? meaning Lysander, who, as she thought, mocked her when he declared his passion for her. [(a) This pureness, Oxford Edit.-Vulg. This Princess.)

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My heart to her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd;
And now to Helen it is home return'd,
There ever to remain.

Lys. It is not so.

Dem. Disparage not the faith, thou dost not know,
Left to thy peril thou abide it dear.
Look, where thy love comes, yonder is thy dear.

S. CE N E VII.

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 recompence.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy found.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me fo?

Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press 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 O's and eyes of light.
Why seek’lt thou me? could not this make thee know,
The hate, I bear thee, made me leave thee fo?

Her. You speak not, as you think; it cannot be.

Hel. Lo, she is one of this confed'racy;
Now, I perceive, they have conjoin'd all three,
To fashion this false sport in spight of me.
Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid,
Have you conspir’d, have you with these contriv'd
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,
The sisters vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid the hafty-footed time
For parting us; O! and is all forgot?
All school-days friendship, childhood innocence ?

We,

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