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Eyf. If thou say so, withdraw and prove it too.
Dem. Quick, come.
Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Lyf. Away, you Ethiope.

Dem. No, no, Sir, seem to break loose;
Take on as you would follow,
But yet come not; you are å tame Man, go.

Lys. Hang off thou Cat, thou Burre; vile thing let looses Or I will shake thee from me like a Serpent.

Her. Why are you grown so rude? What change is this, sweet Love?

Lyf. Thy Love Out tawny Tartar, out;
Out loathed Medicine; O hated Poison, hence.

Her. Do you not jeft?
Hel. Yes sooth, and so do you.
Lyf Demetrius, I will keep my Word with thee.

Dem. I would I had your Bond; for I perceive
'A weak Bond holds you; I'll not trust your Word.

Ll. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her fo.

Her. What, can you do me greater harm than hate?
Hate me! wherefore? O me! what News, my Love?
Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lyfander ?
I am'as fair now, as I was ere-while.
Since Night you lov'd me; yet since Night you left me:
Why then you left me, O the gods forbid !
In earneft, shall I say?

Lir. Ay, by my Life,
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubts
Bë çertain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest,
That I do hate thee, and love Helena.

Her O me, you Jugler, you Canker-blossom,
You Thief of Love; what have you come by Night;
And stollen my Love's Heart from him?

Hèl. Fine, i'faith!
Have you no Modesty, no maiden Shame,
No touch of Bashfulness? What will you tear
Impatient Answers from my gentle Tongue?
Fie, fic, you Counterfeit, you Puppet, you.

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Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that ways go the Game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our Statures; she hath urg'd her height,
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevaild 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? Speak;
How low am I? I am not yet so low,
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 Cowardize:
Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,
Because she'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 into this Wood:
He follow'd you, for Love I follow'd him,
But he hath chid me hence, and threatned me
To strike me, spurn me, nay to kill me too;
And now, so you will let me quiet go,

To Athens will I bear my Folly back,
And follow you no further. Let me go,
You see 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 Lysander ?
Hel. With Demetrius..
Lys. Be not afraid, she will not harm thee, Helena.
Dem. No, Sir, she 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 flout me thus?
Let me come to her.


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Lys. Get you gone, you Dwarf,
You Minimus, of hindring Knot-grass made,
You Bead, you Acorn.

Dem. You are too officious
In her behalf that fcorns


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 abide it.

Lys. Now she holds me not,
Now follow if thou dar'st, to try whose Right
Of thine or mine is most in Helena.
Dem. Follow? Nay, I'll go with thee Cheek by Jowl.

[Exit Lysander and Demetrius. Her. You Mistress, all this Coyl is long of you: Nay, go not back. Hel. I will not trust

Nor longer stay in your curft Company.
Your Hands than mine are quicker for a Fray,
My Legs are longer though, to run away. [Exeunt.

Enter Oberon and Puck.
Ob. This is thy Negligence, still thou mistak'st,
Or else committ'st thy Knaveries willingly.

Puck. Believe me, King of Shadows, I mistook :
Did not you tell me I should know the Man,
By the Athenian Garments he hath 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 sort,
As this their Jangling I esteem a Sport.

Ob. Thou feeft 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 astray,
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lyfander 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,


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'Till o'er their Brows, Death-counterfeiting Sleep
With leaden Legs and batty Wings doth creep;
Then crush this Herb into Lysander'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 fight,
Wien they next wake, all this Derision
Shall seem a Dream, and fruitless Vision;
And back to Athens shall the Lovers wend
With League, whole date’till Death shall never end.
Whiles I in this Affair do thee imploy,
I'll to my Queen, and beg her Indian Boy;
And then I will her charmed Eye release
From Monsters view, and all things shall be Peace.

Puck. My Fairy Lord, this must be done with hafte,
For Nigh's swift 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 Floods have Burial,
Already to their wormy Beds are gone,
For fear lest Day should look their Shames upon,
They wilfully exile themselves from Light,
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd Night,

Ob. But we are Spirits of another fort;
I with the Morning-Love have oft made sport,
And like a Forefter the Groves may tread,
Even '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 effe& this Business yet e'er 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
and down. Here comes one.

Enter Lysander.
Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius ?
Speak thou now.

Puck. Here, Villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou ?
Lys. I will be with thee straight.
Puck. Follow.me then to plainer Grounde



Enter Demetrius,
Dem. Lyfander, speak again;
Thou Run-away, thou Coward, art thou fled?
Speak in some Bush : Where dost thou hide thy Head?

Puck. Thou Coward, art thou begging to the Stars,
Telling the Bushes that thou look'st for Wars,
And will 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. [Exe.

Lys. He goes before me, and fill dares me on,
When I come where he calls me, then he's gone.
The Villain is much lighter heel'd than I:
I follow'd fast, but falter he did fly; (Shifting places.
That fallin am I in dark uneven way,
And nere 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 Spight.

Enter Puck and Demetrius.
Puck, Ho, ho, ho, Coward why com'st thou not?

Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'st : For well I wot,
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place,
And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the Face,
Where art thou?

Puck. Come hither, I am here.

Dem. Nay then thou mock'st me; thou shalt buy this dear,
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 visited. [Lyes down.

Enter Helena.

. O weary Night, O long and 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 detest,
And Sleep, that sometimes shuts up Sorrow's Eye,
Steal me a while from mine own Company. LS

Puck. Yet but three? Come one more,
Two of both Kinds makes up four.
Here she comes, curst and fad,

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