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Lys, How now, my love? Why is your check so pale ? How chance thc roscs thcrc do rade so fast?
Iler. Belike for want of rain, which I could well
Lys. Ah me! for aught that I could ever read,
Hor. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd,
Lys. A good persuasion ; therefore, hear me, Hermia.
If thou lov'st me then,
My good Lysander !
By all the vows that cvcr mich have broke,
Lys. Kccp promise, lovc. Look, here comes Helena.
Helena enters as if looking for them. They previously go
aside. As HELENA secs then she starts with a pang, and HERMIA advances smilingly:
Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away?
Hil. Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay.
[Coqucttishly. Hel. O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love.
[Turns from LYSANDER, pettishly, and crosses. Hel. O that my prayers could such affection move! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Hel. The more Llove, the more he hatcth me. Hlcr. His solly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
[LYSANDER knocls at her fcct and kisses her hand, Hel. None, but your beauty ; would that fault were mine!
[Throws herself or scat and buries her hicad in her hands.
Her. Take comfort, he no more shall see my face ; Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Bcforc the time I did Lysander sce,
Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:
ller. And in the wood, whicre often you and I
[Exit HERMIA, R.; the music of lyrcs is heard outside. Lys. I will, my Hermia.-Helena, adieu : As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! [Exit LYSANDER, L.
Hel. How happy some o'er other-somc can bc ! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so ; He will not know what all but he do know. (Sinks on seat, C. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste, Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste; And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. And ere Demetrius look'd on Hcrmia's eyne, He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt So he dissolved and showers of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight:
SCENE 1.-AT PETER QUINCE'S HOUSE, IN ATHENS.
QUINCE enters from the R., meeting SNUG, who enters from the L., followed at first by Snout and STARVELING, and afterward by FLUTE and BOTTOM.
Quin. Is all our company here?
Snug. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.
Quir. Here is the scroll of cvery man's name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the duke and the duchess, on his wedding-day at night.
Star. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then read the names of the actors; and so grow to a point.
Quin. Marry, our play is—The most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry.
Snug. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your actors, by the scroll: Masters, spread yourselves.
[They range themselves in a semicircle about QUINCE,
who is c. Quin. Answer, as I call you.-Nick Bottom, the weaver.
[BOTTOM enters from L., in a hurry. Bot. Ready. Name what part I am for, and proceed. Quin, You, Nick Bottom, are set down for Pyramus. Bot. What is Pyramus ? a lover, or a tyrant ? Quin. A lover that kills himself most gallant for love.
Bot. That will ask some tears in the truc performing of it. If I do it, let the audiencc look to their eyes; I will move storms ; I will condole in some measure. Yet, my chief humor is for a