Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake: And forth my mimicb comes: When they him spy, And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong, I led them on in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there : Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. Puck. I took him sleeping, that is finish'd too,And the Athenian woman by his side; That when he wak'd of force she must be ey'd. Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA. Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man. Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. b Mimic-actor. a Nowl-noll, head. Latch'd-licked o'er. If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, The sun was not so true unto the day, As he to me: Would he have stolen away Her. What 's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Dem. I'd rather give his carcase to my hounds. Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Oh! once tell true, tell true, even for my sake; An adder did it; for with doubler tongue I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. 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 bankrout sleep doth sorrow owe; [Lies down. Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find : All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer a With sighs of love, that cost the fresh blood dear. Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Re-enter PUCK. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, And the youth, mistook by me, a Cheer-face. [Exit. Obe. Stand aside the noise they make Will cause Demetrius to awake. Puck. Then will two at once woo oneThat must needs be sport alone; And those things do best please me, That befall preposterously. Enter LYSANDER and HELENA. Lys. Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears. Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, How can these things in me seem scorn to you, These vows are Hermia's; Will you give her Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. o'er. Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Dem. [awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Hel. O, spite! O, hell! I see you are all bent If you were civil and knew courtesy, To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts, Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'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. Enter HERMIA. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, It pays the hearing double recompense : |