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Unworthy as I am, to follow youl
What worser place can I b*g in your love
(And yet a place of high respect with me)
Than to be used as you utic your dog?

Vem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my
spirit ;
For I am nick when I do look on thee.

Bel. And I am hick when I look not on yoo.

Dent. Yoo do impeach your modesty too muoli.
To leave tbe city, and commit yourself
Into the hands of one that loves yoo not.
To trost the opp irtunity of night.
And the ill counsel of a desert place,
With the rich worth of your virginity.

Ud. Your virtue is my privilege for that.
It is not niicht, when I do see your face,
Therefore I think i am not in the night:
Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company;
For yon, in my respect, are all the world :
Then how can it be said I am alone.
When all tbe world is here to ioi>k on me?

Dan. I'll run from thee, and bide mj in thr
brakes,
And leave thee to the meroy of wild beasts.

Ud. The wildest hath not such a heart as yoo.
Kuii when you will, thH story shall be chan^*d:
Apollo flies and Daphne holdct the chase;
The dove pursues the griffin ; the mild hind
Miikes speed to catch the tiger: Bo<Hle«s bpeedt
When cowardice porsuea, and valour flies.

Jttm. 1 will not stay thy questions; let me go
Or, it thou follow me, do not be>ieve
Bui I shall do thee mischief in the wood. i

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UeL Ay, in thn temple, in the t iMrn, and field,
Too do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius I
Ynor wronfiTB do eet a scandal on my sex :
We cannot fii^lit for love, as men may do :
We should be woo*d, and were not mvie to woo.
Ill follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the band I love so well I

[Examt Dem. and Hel.
O60. Fare thee well, nympb I ere be do leava
thi?« grove,
ThoQ shall fly him, and he shall seek tby love.

Be-enter Pock.

Hast thoa the flower there? Welcome, wanderer I

Puck. Ay, there it is.

Obe, I pray thee, give it me.

I know a bank where the wild th^me blows,
Where ox-lipi and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with Iumiuus woodbine
With i*weet niusk-roses, and with eglantine :
Tbere sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
LulPd in these flowers with dances and delight;
And there the snake throws her enameird skin.
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in :
And with the juice of this 1*11 streak her eyes,
And make her full of hnteful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove—
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth : anoint his eyes;
But do it when the next. thing he espies
May be the lady : Thou shall know the man
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Elfeoi it with some care ; that he may prove
More fond 00 her thau she upon her love :
Aud look thoa meet me ere the first cook crow.

Fuek. Fear not, my lord, your seivant ^hnll do
f. [Exeunt.

SCENE UL^Another part of the Wood.

Enter Titamia, with her train,
Tita. Come, now a roundel, aui a fiiiry song;
Thru, for tlie third part of a minute, hence ;
Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;
Some, war with rear-mice fur their leathern wings.
To make mv small elves coals ; and some, keep

back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
At our quaint spirits: Sing me now ssleep;
Then to your oflBoes, and let me rest.

BONO.

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1 FoL Toa spotted anakea, with doable toD;.-«e,
Thorny hedgf^bogs be not seen ;
Newts aod i'bDd- worms, do no wrong ;
Oome Doi Dear our r«irj queeo :

CBORUB.

rbllomeL with melo<iy
Sing III our aweet lullal»y
LallA. luUa. loUabjr : lulla, loUa. hiUabf ;
Kever harm, nor •p*-lL oor oharm,
Oume uur lovelj ladjr nigh ;
Bo, goud nlghi. with lall»by.
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NIGHTS DREAM.
Love and languish f«>r his sake t
Be it ounce, or o<«t, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristle 1 hair,
In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wak*st, it Is thy dear,
Wake, when some vile thing is near. [E^

Enter LrsANOEB and Ubbmia.
Ly$. Fair love, yoa faint with wandering in the

wood;
And, to speak troth, I have forgot oor way ;
Well rest us, Uermia, if yoa think It good,
And urry for the comfort of the day.
Her. Be it s«», Lysander, find you out a bed.
For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Lye One turf shall serve as pillow for as both,
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, aod one troth.
Ber, Nay, good Lysander ; for my sake, mj
dear I
Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.

Lys. 0, take the senie, sweet, of my innocence
Love takes the meaning, in love*s conference.
I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit ;
So that but one heart we oan make of It :
Two bosoms interchained with an oath ;
So then, two bosoma, and a single troth.
Then, by your side, no bed-room me deny ;
For, lying so, Uermia, 1 do not lie.

Her. Lysander riddles very prettily :->
Now much beshrew my manners and my pride.
If Uermia meant to say. Lysander lied.
But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy
Lie further off; in human modesty
Such separation, ar, a.ay well be said
Bec«>me8 a virtuous baciielor and a maid :
So far be disunt ; and good night, sweet friend i
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end I

Ly$. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer say I,
And then end life, when I end loyalty 1
Hare is my bed: Sleep give thee all bis resti
Her. With half that wish the wisher's 9ye» be
press*dl [They d$e^

J£fiter PcoK.
Fuek, Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian find I none
On whose evfs I might approve
This flowers force in btirring love.
N'ght and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear .
This is he, my master said,
Dt'Spised the Athenian maid ;
And here the maiden, sleeping soand,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty bouI I she durst not lie
Near this lack-love, this kill-coartssy.
Churl I upon thv eyes I throw
Ail the power this charm doth owe:
When thou wak*st,let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.
So a^vake, when I am gone ;



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How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt

tears ;
If so, mj eyes are oftener wash'd thao hers.
N<s no, I am as at{ly ad a bear ;
For beasts that meet me f un away for fear
Therefore^ no marvel, ihoagh Demetrius
D*«, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wtuked and dissemblint; ^lass of mine
Made me compare with Uermia's sphery eynef
But who i^ here?— Lysandert on the ground 1
Dead? or aideep? I see no blood, no wound,—
Ly^ander, if you liv<*| good sir, awake !

Lif8, And ran through fire I will, for thy sweet
sake. [ iVaJdng.

Transparent Helena ! Natore shows her art.
That throoKh thy boKom makes me see thy heart.
Where is Demetrius ? 0. how fit a word
Is ihftt vile name to pt-rish on my sworc^I

Hd. D » not say so, Lysander ; say not so;
What though h<4 lore your Uermia? Lord, wliat

though?
Tet Hermia si ill loves you: then be content.

LjfB, Content with Uermia? No : 1 do rtpent
The tedious minufs I with her have spent.
Not Uermia, but Uelena now I love ;
Who will not change a raven for a dove?
The will of man is oy his reason swayM .
And reason says yuo are the worthier maid.
Things growing are not ripe until their Mea50D ;
So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
And touching now the point of human skill,
Reason beoomes the marshal to my will.
And leads me to your eyes ; where I overlook
Love*s stories written in love's richest book.

Bei Wherefore was I to this keen mockery
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NIGHT'S DREAM. 48

When at your hand.n did I deserve this Fp'>rD?
IVt not en<iugh, U t not ennugh, young man,
That I did never, no, nor never can,
Deserve a ttweHt look from Dmetrius*eye,
But you must fl at my insutticiency?
Good tr«)th, you do me wrong, good sooth yoa do^
In audi disdainful mnnner me tt» woo!
But fare you well: perforce I must confess,
I thought yon lord of more true gentleness.
O, that a lady of one man refus'd
Should of another therefore be abus'd I [Exit,

Ly$, She sees not Uermis :— Hermia, sleep thaii
there ;
And never mayst thou come Lysander near
For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
The deepest loathing to the stomach brings;
Or, as the heresies that men do leave
Are hated most of those they did deceive ;*•
So th«)U, mj surfeit, and my heresy,
Of all ba hated ; but the most of me.
And all my powers address your love and might
To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [£aa$.

Her. [starting.] Help me, Lysander, help met
do thy best.
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast I
Ah me, for pity 1— what a dream was here 1
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear 1
Methought a serpent ate my heart away,
And you ^at smiling at his cruel prey :
Lysander! what, remov*d ? Lysander! lord)
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
Alack, where are you? speak, and if yoa hear;
Speak, of all loves; I swoon almost with fear.
No?— then i well perceive you are not nigh:
Either death or you, 1*11 find immediately.

[Exit,



ACT IIL



SCENE L^Tke Wood. Ihe Queen ^Fairies
lying adeep.

Enter QuniOB, Skuo, Bottom, Flutb, Shout,
and Stabvelimo

BoL Are we all met?

Qum. Pat, pat; and here's a marvelloos con-
venient place for our rehearsal: This green plot
shall be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyriiig-
noose; and wa will do it in action, as we will do
It befi>re the duke.

Bot. Peter Quince,—

Qtun, What say'st thon, Bnlly Bottom?

BoL There are things in this comedy of * Pyra-
Bos and Tbisby ' that will never please. First,
Pyramos must draw a sword to kill himself,
which the ladies cannot abide. How answer you
that?

Sn-^ By'rlakin, a parlous fear I

Star, I believe we must leave the killing oot,
wh*'n all is done.

Bu. Not a whit; I have a device to mako all
weli. Write me a prologue; and let the prologue
seem to ►ay we will do no harm with our swords;
and that Pyramus is not killed indeed; and,
for the more better ast^urance, tfll them, that
I, Pyramus, am not Pyramus, but B)itom the
weaver: Ttiis will put them outof fear.

Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue; and
it sliall be written in eight and six.

Bot. No, make it two more; let it be written
b eiicht and eight.

8-cmi, Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ?

Star. I fear it, I promise you.



Bot, Masters, tou ought to consider with your-
selves : to bring in— God shield us ! a lion among
ladies, is a most dreadful thing: for there is not
a more fearful wild-fowl than your lion, living I
and we ought to look to it.

Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell he
b not a lion.

Bot. Nay, you must name his nsme, and half
his face must be seen through the lion's neck; aiid
he himself must speak through, saving thus, or to
the same defect— Ladies, or fair ladies, I would
wish you, or I would request you, or I would
entreat you, not to fear, not to tremble * my life
for yours. If you think I come hither as a lion,
it were pity of my life : No, I am no such thing ;
I am a man as other men are : and there, indeed,
let him name his name ; and tell them plainly he
is S'lUg the joiner.

Quia. Weil, it shall be so. But there is two
hard things; that is, to bring the mooitlittht into a
chauiber: for yon know, Pyramus and Thi^by
meet by moonlight.

Snug. Djth the moon shine that night we play
our pUy?

Bot. A calendar, a ealendar ! look in the alma-
nac i Binl out moonshine, find out moonshine!

Qtiin. Tes, it doth nhine that night

hot. Wtiy, then, may >ou leave a casement of
lb*' great ciiamber-window, where we play, open*
and I he moon may shine in at the casement.

^ittn. Ay; or else one must come in with
bush of thorns and a lantern, and say, he oomes
to dibfi^ure, or to present, the person of m«N»n-
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htre a wall Id the great ohamber ; for Pyramus
and Thjsby, says the story, did talk throagh the
ohtnk of a wall.

Snug. Tou can neyer bring in a wall. — What
lay yna. Bottom ?

Bot. Some roan or other most present wall: and
let him have some plaflter, or some lome, or acme
roogh-cast about him, to signify wall ; or let him
hold his fiogers thos, and through that cranny
^11 Pyramos and Tbisby whisper.

Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come,
sit down, every motherls son, and rehearse year
parts. Pyramas, yoa begin : wlien you have
spoken your speech, enter into that brake ; and so
every one aooordiog to his cue.

Enter VucK-htihind.
B»eh What hempen homespuns have we swag-
gering here.
So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?
Whnt, a play toward ? Til be an auditor ;
An actor, too, perhaps, if I sea cau^e.
Qtjdn. Speak, Pyramos :— Tliisby, stand forth.

P^r, Thlsby. the flowen of odioof saToon svaei.
QuM, Odours, odours I

Pur. —odoan«av(mr8 sweet:
80 bath iby breath, my dearest Thisbf dear.

Bat. hark, a voice ! stay thou but here a while,
And by and by I will to thee appear. {EmL

Puck, A stranger Pyramus than e*er play*d her- I
[Adck—ExiU

Tld». Must I speak now?

Quin. Ay, marry, must yon: for you must
understand he goes but to see a noise that he
beard, and U to come again.

This. Most radiant Syramns. most lily white of hue.

Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier,—
Moat brisky juveoal and oke moit lovely Jew,

As true as truest horse that yet would never tire I
ril meet thee. Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb I

Quin Ninus* tomb, mm. Why, you must not
•peak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus : you
speak all your part at once, cues and all. — Pyra-
mus, enter; your cue is past; it is, ** never tire.**

Be^Mter Puok and Bottom, with an ass'a head.

TMm. O, as true as truest horse, that yet would never

tire.
Pyr, If I were fair. Tbisby, I were only thine i—
Quin. O moniitrousi O st range 1 we are haunted.
Pray, masters! fly, masters 1 help!

[Exeuni Clowns,
Puck. IM follow yoa, 111 lead you about around,
TbrouKh bng, through bush, through brake,
through brier;
Sometime a horse 111 be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and

burn,
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.

[ExU.
Bot. Why do they run away ? this is a knavery
of them to make me afeard.

Be-aUar Snout.

Siumt, O, Bottom, thou art changed 1 what do I
see on thee ?

Bot. What do you see? you see an ass-head of
yuur own; Do you?

Re-tnter Qoinob.
Qum Bless thee, Bottom I blesa thee I Uioa art

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NIGHTS DREAM.

Bot. I see their knavery : this is to make an ass
of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not
stir from this place, do what they can. I will walk
up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall
hear I am not afraid. [tUng^

The wooselooek, so black of hue^

With orHngo-tawny bill.
The throstle with his note so true*
The wren with UtUe quill ;—
Tito, What angel wakes me from my flowery
bed? [WddnQ

Sot The flnoh. the sparrow, and the lark.
The plain-S' ng cuckoo itray,
Wiiose note full many a man doth mark.
And diures not answer, 1



for, indeed, who could set his wit to so foolish a
bird? who would give a bird the lie, though ha
cry *' Cuckoo," never so?

Tito. 1 pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again :
Mine ear i^ much enamour'd of thy noFe,
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape ;
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move mci
On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee I

Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little
reason for that : And yet, to say the truth, reason
and love keep little company together now-a-days :
The more the pity, that some honest neighbours
will not make them friends* Nay, I can gleek
upon occ&nion.

Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.

BoU Not so, neither . but if 1 had wit enough
to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve
mine own turn.

Tita. Out of ihU wood do not desire to go ;
Thou shale remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit, of no common rate;
The summer still doih tend upon my state.
And I do love thee I therefore, go with me;
ril give thee fairiis to attend on thee;
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dostsfeEepi
And I will purge ihy mortal grossness so,
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. —
Peas-blossom 1 Cobweb 1 Moth! and Mustard-seedl

Enter Peas blossom, Cobweb, Moth, Mustaki^
8£BJ>, fiAir Fairies.

1 Fai, Ready.

2 Fai And I.

8 Fai. And L

4 Fai And I.

AIL Where shall

we^o.

Tita Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ;
H*<p in his walks, and gambol in his eyes;
Fnid him with apricocks and dewberries;
With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries;
Tlte houey-bags ttieal from the humble-bees
And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worms eyes,
To have my love to bed, and to arixe ;
And plucK the wingi« from painted butterflies.
To fan the moonbeams from his sleepmg eyfti ;
Nod to him. elves, and do him courtesies.

1 Fai Hail, morul 1

2 Fai. Hail t

3 Fai. Hail I

4 Fai Hail!

BoL I cry your worships meroy, heartily! !
be^eech your worship^ name.—

C(Jb. Cobweb.

Bot I shall desire you of more aoquaiftance,
good Man ter Cobweb: If I cut 1
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Bake bold with 70a.— Toar name, honest gen-
Ueman ?

Peas Peas-blossom.

Bot. 1 pray jou, commend me to MistreM
Eqoash, your mother, and to Master Pe«H-cod,
your fat her I Good Master Peaa-blossom I I shall
desire jou of more acquaintaooe too.— -Your name,
I besf'ech you, sir ?

Mu8. Mostard-seed.

Bot, Good Master Mostard-seed, I know your

Ktience well : that same cowardly, giant-like oz-
ef hath devoured many a gentleman cf your
boose: I promise you, yoor kindred hath made
my eyes ws^er ere now. I desire yoo more ao-
qoaintanoe, good master Mustard-seed I
TUa. Come, wait opoo him, lead him to my
bower.
The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye;
And when she wee^js, weepti every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie op my love*s toogoe, bring him silently.

[Ex.

SCENE Ih—AnotherpariqfAe Wood.

Enter Obbbon.

Obe I wonder, if Titaoia be awakM ;
rhen, what it was that next came in her eye,
WhiGh she most dote on In extremity.

£nter FvCK

Here oomes my messenger. — How now, mad spirit ?
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

i^idfc. My mistress with a monster in in love
S?*r *** **•*■ ^^^^ wid consecrated bower.
While she was in her doll snd sleeping boor,
A crew of patches, rode mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls.
Were met togetlier to rehearse a play,
,|I'*«»^ded for great Theseus' nuptial dsy.
*»« shallowest thick-skin of (hat barren sort.
Whom Pyrainos presetit<^d, in their sport
^rso"k his ncene, and enter*d in a brake •
When I . id him at this advantage take,
^" eas'g nowl I fixed on his head ;
Anon, his Thisbe most be answered,
^^ forth my mimic oomes : When they did him

g« wild gt:e«e that the creeping fowler eye,
g' pssei-pated oboughs, many in sort,
jJI'^ig and cawing at the gun's report.



Enter Dehetbius and Hebmul.



^▼tr themselves, and madly sweep the sky

And* "** *'*^' ^""^ *''" ^^^^^^^ *y '^
B "



*t oor 8tamp,'bere <»'er and o'eAie falls:
-lelp -

with their fears thus



2|J ?«rther cries, and Help from Athens calls'
*o«ii eenee thos wesk, iost with their fears t

p "J*® •*»wele«8 things begin to do them wrong ;
g^|f»neni a> d tboros at iheir apparel snatch ;
■"""•i sleeves; gome, hats; from yielders all



Ohe. S'and close; this is the same Athenian.

Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.

Dan 0, why rebuke you him that loves you ao?
Lay breath so bitter on yoor bitter foe.

Mer. Now I hot chide, bot I sboold oae thee
worse;
For thou, I fear, hast giveu me cause to oorbS.
If thou hast slain Lysander in bis sleep.
Being o'er shoes io blood, plunge io the deep.
And kill me too.

The SOD was not so troe onto the day.
As be to me: Woold he have stolen away
From sleeping Uermia ? Ill believe as sooo.
This whole earth may bebor'd ; and that the moon
May through the centre creep, and so displeaae
Her brother's noontide with the Aatipodes.
It cannot be bot thou hast morther'd him ;
So Khoold a moriberer look ; so dead, so grim.

Dem, So sboold the murtherM look; and so
should I,
Pierc'd through the heart with yoor stern omelty :
Yet yoo, the inortherer, look as bright as clear,
As yonder Yenos in her glimmering sphere.

Ser. What's this to my Lysander ? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrios, wilt tboo give him me?

l)an, I'd rather give his carcase to my hooods.

Ber. Got, dog I out, cor I tboo drivW me pasc
the boonds
Of maiden's patience. Hast tboo slain him then V
Henceforth be never number'd among men !
Oh I once tell true, tell true, even for my sake;
Durst thou have looked upon bim, being awake,
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? brave

touch 1
Coold not a worm, an adder^ do so roach ?
An ad<ler did it ; for with doobler tofgue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stong.

Dem. Yoo sptnd ymr passion on a mispris'J
mood:
I am not guilty of Ly Sander's blood ;
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Ber, I pray thee, t«il me then that be is well.

Dem. An if I could, what should I get there-
fore?

Her. A privilege never to see me more. —
And from thy hated presence part I so :
See roe no roore, whether he be dead or no. [ExU

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce
vein :
Here, therefore, for a while I will remain.
80 sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt thai bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe ,
Which now, in some blight meaaure, it will pay.
If for his tender here I make some sUy. .

[Lies aoum.

Obe. What hast thou done? Tboo hast mlsUkei
quite , » • W4
And laid the love-juice on some troe-loves sigut
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Obe, Flower of this purple die,
Hit witli Cupid*8 archery,
8ii>k in apple of his eye I
When hia love he doth eapy
Let her nhine tm gloriously
A** the Venus of the sky.
Wheo thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

Bertnter Puck
FulL Captain of oor fairy land,

Helena is here at hand,

And the youth, mistook by me,

Pleading; for a lover's fte;

Sh>ill we their fond pageant see?

Lord, what fools these mortals bn t
Ode 8tand aside : the noise they make

Will eause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two at onoe woo one—

That must needs be sport alone {

And those things do best please me.

That befall preposterously.

EnUr Ltsahdeb and Ublena.

hy%. Why should yoo think that I should woo
in scorn ?

8oom and deri«ion nerer oome in tears.
Look, whtm I tow, I weep; and rows so born,

In their nativity all troth appears.
How oan these things in me seem scorn to yuu
Baarioff the badge of faith, to prove them true?

Hd, You do advance your cunning more and
more.

When truth kills truth, O deviHsh-holy fray I
These vows are Hermia's ; Will you give her
o'er?

Weigh oath with oath, and yoa will nothing
weigh.
Your T0W8 to her and me, put in two scales.
Will even weigh ; and both as light as tales.

Ly$ I had no jadgmnnt, when to her I swore.

Bel Nor none in my mind, now yon give her o'er.

Xys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you.

JOem. [amakmg'\ Helen, goddess, nymph— per-
fect, divine !
To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ?
Cryatal is muddy. O, how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow X
That pore congealed white, high Taurus* slow,
Fann*d with the eastern wind, turns to a crow.
When thou hold'st op th^ band : O, let me kis4
Thi^ princess of pore white, this seal of bliss t

Ed. O, spite! O, hell I I see yon are all bent
To set against me, for your merriment.
If you were civil and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Oan yon not hate me, as I know yuu do,
But you mu»t join, in souls, to mock me too ?
If yoo were men, as men you are in show,
You would not uae a gentle lady so.
To vow. and swear, and snperpraise my parts,
When, 1 am sore, you hate me with your hearts.
Yon both are rivals, and love Uermia;
And now both rivals, to mock Helena :
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise.
To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes
With your derision 1 None of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin ; and extort
|i poor soul's patience, all to make you sport.

Lya. You are unkind, Demetrius ; be not so ;
Tor you love Uermia: this, you know, I know:
And here, with all good will, with all my heart.

In Hermia's love I yield you np my part;



NIGHT'S DREAM.
And yours of Helena to me bequeath.
Whom I do love, and will do to my death.

Ud. Never did mockers watte more idle breath

Dtm. Lyflander, keep thy Hermia; I will none



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