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Her. A priy hated presence be dead or no
Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore?
Her. A privilege never to see me more. And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; Which now in some slight measure it will pay, If for his tender here I make some stay. [Lies down. Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken
quite, And laid the 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 true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding
Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind,
Puck. I go, I go; look, how I go;
Obe. Flower of this purple dye,
Let her shine as gloriously
Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make,
Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one;
Enter LysandeR and Helena.
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:
Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore.
Hel. O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
With your derision! none, of noble sort,
Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius: be not so;
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. My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd; And now to Helen it is home return'd, There to remain. Lys.
Helen, it is not so. Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.· Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.
Lys. Why should be stay, whom love doth press to god 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 oes 47 and eyes of light. Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know, The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so?
Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be.
Hel. Lo, she is one of this confederacy! Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, To fashion this false sport in spite 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 hasty-footed time For parting us,-0, and is all forgot? All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our neelds created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key; As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds, Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted; But yet a union in partition, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart; Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.