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Enter Puck.

Hel. Do not say so, Lysander : say not so: Puck. Through the forest have I gone,

What though he love your Hermia? O, what though?
But Athenian found I none,

Yet Hermia still loves you : then be content.
On whose eyes I might approve

Lys. Content with Herinia? No: I do repent

The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
This flower's force in stirring love.

Not Hermia, but Helena I love :
Night and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear :

Who will not change a raven for a dove?
This is he my master said,

The will of man is by his reason sway'd;
Despis'd the Athenian maid;

And reason says you are the worthier maid.
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,

Things growing are not ripe until their season :
On the dank and dirty ground.

So I, being young, till now ripe not to reason;
Pretty soul ! she durst not lie

And touching now the point of human skill,
Near this lack-love, kill-courtesy.

Reason becomes the marshal to my will,
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

And leads me to your eyes; where I o'erlook
All the power this charm doth owe 9 :

Love's stories written in love's richest book.
When thou wak'st let love forbid

Hel. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born?
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid.

When, at your hands, did I deserve this scorn? So awake, when I am gone ;

Is't not enough, is't not enough, young man

That I did never, no, nor never can,
For I must now to Oberon. [Erit.

Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye,
Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA, running.

But you must flout my insufficiency?

Good troth, you do me wrong, good sooth, you do, Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. In such disdainful manner me to woo. Dem. I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me But fare you well : perforce I must confess, thus.

I thought you lord of more true gentleness. Hel. O, wilt thou darkling' leave me? do not O, that a lady, of one man refus'd,

Should, of another, therefore be abus'd ! [Exit. Dem. Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.

Lys. She sees not Hermia:– Hermia, sleep thou (Erit DEMETRIUS.

Hel. O, I am out of breath in this fond chase! And never may'st thou come Lysander near !
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace. For, as a surfeit of the sweetest things
Happy is Hermia, whereso'er she lies;

The deepest loathing to the stomach brings
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes.

Or, as the heresies, that men do leave, How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt Are hated most of those they did deceive; tears :

So thou, my surfeit, and my heresy, If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers.

Of all be hated; but the most of me! No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;

And all my powers, address your love and might, For beasts that meet me, run away for fear : To honour Helen, and to be her knight! [Erit. Therefore, no marvel, though Demetrius

Her. (Starting. ] Help me, Lysander, help me! Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus:

do thy best, What wicked and dissembling glass of mine To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast ! Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne ? Ah me, for pity ! what a dream was here? But who is here ? - Lysander ! on the ground ! Lysander, look, how I do quake with fear ! Dead ? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound: - Methought a serpent eat my heart away, Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.

And you sat smiling at his cruel prey :Lys. And run through fire I will, for thy sweet Lysander ! what, removed ? Lysander ! lord ! sake,

[Waking. What, out of hearing ? gone? no sound, no word ? Transparent Helena! Nature here shows art, Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear ; That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Speak, of all loves ? ; I swoon almost with fear. Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word

No ? — then I well perceive you are not nigh: Is that vile name to perish on my sword !

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SCENE I. The same.

The Queen of Fairies Quin. What say'st thou, bully Bottom ? lying asleep.

Bot. There are things in this comedy of Pyramus Enter Quince, Snug, Bortom, Flute, Snout, and and Thisby, that will never please. First


must draw a sword to kill himself; which the ladies

cannot abide. How answer you that? Bot. Are we all met ?

Snout. By'rlakin, a parlous fear. Quin. Pat, pat; and here's a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal : This green plot shall

Star. I believe, we must leave the killing out,

when all is done. be our stage, this hawthorn brake our tyring-house; and we will do it in action, as we will do it before well. Write me a prologue : and let the prologue

Bot. Not a whit; I have a device to make all the duke. Bot. Peter Quince,

seem to say, we will do no harm with our swords; 9 Possese.

3 By our ladykin.

1 In the dark. ? By all that is dear.

and that Pyramus is not killed indeed: and for the Pyr. odours savours sweet :
more better assurance, tell them, that I Pyramus So doth thy breath, my dearest Thisby dear.
am not Pyramus, but Bottom the weaver: This But, hark, a voice ! slay thou but here awhile,
will put them out of fear.

And by and by I will to thee appear. [Exit. Quin. Well, we will have such a prologue ; and Puck. A stranger Pyramus than e'er play'd here ! it shall be written in eight and six. —

[ Aside. Erit. Bot. No, make it two more ; let it be written in This. Must I speak now? eight and eight.

Quin. Ay, marry, must you : for you must underSnout. Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ? stand, he goes but to see a noise that he heard, and Star. I fear it, I promise you.

is to come again. Bot. Masters, you ought to consider with your- This. Most radiant Pyramus, most lily-white of hue, selves : to bring in a lion among ladies, is a most Of colour like the red rose on triumphant brier, dreadful thing; for there is not a more fearful wild- Most brisky juvenal 5, and eke most lovely Jew, fowl than your lion, living ; and we ought to look As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire, to it.

I'll meet thee, Pyramus, at Ninny's tomb. Snout. Therefore, another prologue must tell, he Quin. Ninus' tomb, man : Why you must not is not a lion.

speak that yet; that you answer to Pyramus : you Bot. Nay, you must name his name, and half his speak all your part at once, cues 6 and all. - Pyraface must be seen through the lion's neck; and he mus, enter; your cue is past ; it is, never tire. himself must speak through, saying thus, or to the same defect, — Ladies, or fair ladies, I would wish

Re-enter Puck, and BOTTOM with an Ass's head. you, or, I would request you, or, I would entreat

This. 0, As true as truest horse, that yet would you, not to fear, not to tremble: my life for yours.

never tire, If you think I come hither as a lion, it were pity Pyr. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine : of my life: No, I am no such thing; I am a man Quin. O monstrous ! O strange! we are haunted. as other men are :— and there, indeed, let him Pray, masters ! fly, masters ! help! name his name; and tell them plainly, he is Snug

{Exeunt Clowns. the joiner.

Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round, Quin. Well, it shall be so. But there is two hard Through bog, through bush, through brake, things; that is, to bring the moon-light into a cham

through brier; ber: for you know, Pyramus and Thisby meet by Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, moon-light.

A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire; Snug. Doth the moon shine, that night we play And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, our play?

Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn. Bot. A calendar, a calendar! look in the alma

[Erit. nack; find out moon-shine, find out moon-shine.

Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery Quin. Yes, it doth shine that night.

of them, to make me afeard. Bot. Why, then you may leave a casement of the

Re-enter Snout. great chamber window, where we play, open; and

Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed ! what do I the moon may shine in at the casement.

see on thee?

[Erit. Quin. Ay; or else one must come in with a bush

But. What do you see? you see an ass's head of of thorns and a lanthorn, and say, he comes to disfigure, or to present, the person of moon-shine. your own; Do you ? Then, there is another thing: we must have a wall

Re-enter QUINCE. in the great chamber; for Pyramus and Thisby, says Quin. Bless thee, Bottom ! bless thee! thou art the story, did talk through the chinks of a wall.


[Exit. Snug. You never can ring in a wall. - What Bol. I see their knavery : this is to make an ass say you, Bottom?

of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not Bot. Some man or other must present wall : and stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk let him have some plaster, or some lome, or some up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall rough-cast about him, to signify wall; or let him hear I am not afraid.

[Sings. hold his fingers thus, and through that cranny shall

The ou sel cock, so black of hue, Pyramus and Thisby whisper.

With orange-tawny bill, Quin. If that may be, then all is well. Come, sit

The throstle with his note so true, down, every mother's son, and rehearse your parts.

The wren with little quill. Pyramus, you begin : when you have spoken your speech, enter into that brake 4; and so every one

Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? according to his cue.

[Waking. Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, Enter Puck behind.

The plain-song cuckoo grey, Puck. What hempen home-spuns have we swag

Wl'hose note full muny a man doth mark,

And dares not answer, nay ; gering here, So near the cradle of the fairy queen ?

or, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a What, a play toward ? I'll be an auditor ;

bird ? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry, An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

cuckoo, never so ? Quin. Speak, Pyramus : – Thisby, stand forth. Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again : Pyr. Thisby, the flowers of odious savours sueet, Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note, Quin. Odours, odours.

5 Young man.

6 The last words of the preceding speech, which sorve as a 4 Thicket.

hint to him who is to speak next.

So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape ;

SCENE II. - Another part of the Wood. And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me,

Enter OBERON. On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee. Bot. Methinks, mistress , you should have little Then, what it was that next came in her eye,

Obe. I wonder, if Titania be awak'd; reason for that : And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days:

Which she must dote on in extremity. The more the pity, that some honest neighbours

Enter Puck. will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek 7 upon Here comes my messenger. -- How now, mad spirit? occasion.

What night-rule now about this haunted grove? Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.

Bot. Not so, neither : but if I had wit enough to Near to her close and consecrated bower,
get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
own turn.

A crew of patches 8, rude mechanicals,
Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go ; That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. Were met together to rehearse a play,
I am a spirit of no common rate :

Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The summer still doth tend upon my state,

The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
And I do love thee : therefore, go with me; Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee;

Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake :
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, When I did him at this advantage take,
And sing, while thou on pressed fowers dost sleep : An ass's nowl I fixed on his head;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,

Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.

And forth my mimick comes : When they him spy, Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed! | As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye,

Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,
Enter four Fairies.

Rising and cawing at the gun's report 1 Fai. Ready.

Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky; 2 Fai. And I.

So, at his sight, away his fellows fly; 3 Fai. And I.

And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; 4 Fai.

Where shall we go? | He murder cries, and help from Athens calls. Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman ; | Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes ;

strong, Feed him with apricocks and dewberries,

Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees, Some, sleeves; some, hats : from yielders all things And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs,

catch. And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, I led them on in this distracted fear, To have my love to bed, and to arise ;

And left sweet Pyramus translated there : And pluck the wings from painted butterflies, When in that moment (so it came to pass,) To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes : Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass. Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. I Fai. Hail, mortal!

But hast thou yet latch'do the Athenian's eyes 2 Fai. Hail !

With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do? 3 Fai. Hail!

Puck. I took him sleeping, - that is finish'd too,4 Fai. Hail !

And the Athenian woman by his side; Bot. I cry your worship's mercy, heartily. - I That, when he wak’d, of force she must be ey'd. bescech, your worship's name?

Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA. Cob. Cobweb.

Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, Obe. Stand close ; this is the same Athenian. good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shall make Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman ? Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Peas. l'eas-blossom.

Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of more

If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, acquaintance too.

Your name,

I bescech you, sir, Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, Mus. Mustard-seed.

And kill me too. Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your The sun was not so true unto the day, patience well : that same cowardly, giant-like ox

As he to me : Would he have stol'n away beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your From sleeping Hermia ? I'll believe as soon, house : I promise you, your kindred hath made my This whole earth may be bord; and that the moon eyes water ere now. Í desire you more acquaint- May through the centre creep, and so displease ance, good master Mustard-seed.

Her brother's noon-tide with the Antipodes, Tita. Come wait upon him; lead him to my bower. It cannot be, but thou hast murder’d him ; The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye;

So should a murderer look ; so dead, so grim. And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I, Lamenting some enforced chastity.

Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,

[Exeunt. As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere. 7 Joke.

Simple fellows.

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Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he ? | Look, when I vow, I weep ; and vow's so born, Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? In their nativity all truth appears.

Den. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, Her. Qut, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? the bounds

Hel. You do advance your running more and Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then ? Henceforth be nerer number'd among men !

When truth kills truth, O matchless holy fray ! O! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake ; These vows are Hermia's: Will you give her o'er? Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake, Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh; And hast thou kill'd him sleeping ? O brave touch! Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. An adder did it ; for with doubler tongue

Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd'

o'er. mood :

Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not I am not guilty of Lysander's blood ;

you. Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Dem. (awaking) O Helen, goddess, nympli, Her. I pray thee, tell me then, that he is well.

perfect, divine! Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore? To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?

Her. A privilege, never to see me more. Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show And from thy hated presence part I so:

Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow See me no more, whether he be dead or no. (Erit. That pure congealed white, high Taurus' snow,

Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: | Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow, Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. When thou hold'st up thy hand : O let me kiss So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow

This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss !
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Hel. O cruel spite ! I see you all are bent
Which now, in some slight measure it will pay, To set against me, for your merriment.
If for his tender here I make some stay. (Lies down. If you were civil, and knew courtesy,

Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, You would not do me thus much injury.
And laid the love-juice on some true love's sight: Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue

But you must join, in souls “, to mock me too ? Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. If you were men, as men you are in show, Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man hold- | You would not use a gentle lady so; ing troth,

To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

When, I am sure, you hate me with your he..r.š. Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, You both are rivals, and love Hermia; And Helena of Athens look thou find :

And now both rivals, to mock Helena :
All fancy-sick ? she is, and pale of cheer",

A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,
With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear : To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes,
By some illusion see thou bring her here;

With your derision! none, of noble sort,
I'll charm his eyes, against she do appear.

Would so offend a virgin ; and extort Puck. I go, I go; look how I go;

A poor soul's patience, all to make you spori. Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. [Erit. Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius : be not so; Obe. Flower of this purple die,

For you love Hermia; this, you know, I know : Hit with Cupid's archery,

And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
Sink in apple of his eye !

In Hermia's love I yield you up my part ;
When his love he doth espy,

And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Let her shine as gloriously

Whom I do love, and will do to my death.
As the Venus of the sky.

Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
When thou wak'st, if she be by,

Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia ; I will none :
Beg of her for remedy.

If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
Re-enter Puck.

My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd; Puck. Captain of our fairy band,

And now to Helen is it home return'd, Helena is here at hand;

There to remain. And the youth, mistook by me,


Helen, it is not so. Pleading for a lover's fee;

Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Shall we their fond pageant see?

Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear. 5, 0, what fools these mortals be!

Look, where thy love comes ; yonder is thy dear.
Obe. Stand aside : the noise they make,

Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two at once, woo one ;

Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function That must peeds be sport alone;

takes, And those things do best please me,

The ear more quick of apprehension makes That befal preposterously.

Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,

It pays the hearing double recompense :
Enter LYSANDER and Helena.

Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found ;
Lys. Why should you think, that I should woo

Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound. in scorn ?

But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? Scorn and derision never come in tears : Mistaken. ? Love-sick. 3 Countenance. 4 Heartily.

5 Pay dearly for it.

Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. to go?

Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she enHer. What love could press Lysander from my

treat ; side?

Thy threats have no more strength than her weak Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,

prayers. Fair Helena : who more engilds the night

Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do ; Than all yon fiery oes 6 and eyes of light.

I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Why seek’st thou me? could not this make thee To prove him false, that says I love thee not. know,

Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do. The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so? Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.

Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Dem. Quick, come,
Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy!


Lysander, whereto tends all this. Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, Lys. Away, you Ethiop! To fashion this false sport in spite of me.


No, no, sir : - - he will Injurious Hermia: most ungrateful maid ! Seem to break loose; take on, as you would follow; Have you conspir'd, have you with these contriv'd But yet come not: you are a tame man, go! To bait me with this foul derision ?

Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr : vile thing, Is all the counsel that we two have shar'd,

let loose; The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,

Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. When we have chid the hasty-footed time

Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change For parting us, - 0, and is all forgot?

is this, All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? Sweet love? We, Hermia, like two artificial 7 gods,

Lys. Thy love ? out, tawny Tartar, out! Have with our neelds 8 created both one flower, Her. Do you not jest ? Both on one sampler sitting on one cushion,


Yes, 'sooth ; and so do you. Both warbling of one song, both in one key; Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Dem. I would, I had your bond; for, I perceive, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your word. Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;

Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her But yet a union in partition,

dead? Two lovely berries moulded on one stem :

Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. So with two seeming bodies, but one heart;

Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,

hate ? Due but to one, and crowned with one crest, Hate me! wherefore ? O me! what news, my love ? And will you rent our ancient love asunder, Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ? To join with men in scorning your poor friend? I am as fair now, as I was erewhile. It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:

Since night, you lov'd me; yet, since night you left Our sex as well as I, may chide you for it; Though I alone do feel the injury.

Why, then you left me, O, the gods forbid ! Her. I am amazed at your passionate words : In earnest shall I say? I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. Lys.

Ay, by my life; Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, And never did desire to see thee more. To follow me, and praise my eyes and face ? Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, And made your other love, Demetrius,

Be certain, nothing truer ; 'tis no jest, (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) That I do hate thee, and love Helena. To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, Her. O me! you juggler! you canker blossom !! Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this You thief of love! what, have you come by night, To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander And stol’n my love's heart from him? Deny your love, so rich within his soul,


Fine, i'faith! And tender me, forsooth, affection ;

Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, But by your setting on, by your consent ?

No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear What though I be not so in grace as you,

Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ? So hung upon with love, so fortunate ;

Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you ! But miserable most, to love unlov'd ?

Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the This you should pity, rather than despise.

game. Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Now I perceive that she hath made compare

Hel. Ay, do, perséver, counterfeit sad looks, Between our statures, she hath urg'd her height; Make mows9 upon me when I turn my back ; And with her personage, her tall personage, Wink at each other ; hold the sweet jest up : Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him. This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. And are you grown so high in his esteem, If you have any pity, grace, or manners,

Because I am so dwarfish, and so low ? You would not make me such an argument. How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak; But fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault; How low am I? I am not yet so low, Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy. But that


nails can reach unto thine eyes. Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse; Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!

Let her not hurt me: I was never curst? ; Hel. O excellent !

I have no gift at all in shrewishness; Her.

Sweet, do not scorn her so. I am a right maid for my cowardice; * Circles.

! A worm that preys on buds of flowers. # Needles.

7 Ingenious.

9 Wry faces.

2 Shrowish or inischievous.


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