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But miferable moft, to love unlov'd?
This you fhould pity, rather than despise.
HER. I understand not what you mean by this.
HEL. Ay, do, perfever,' counterfeit fad looks,
Make mows upon me when I turn my back;
Wink at each other; hold the fweet jeft up:
This fport, well carried; fhall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me fuch an argument.
But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault;
Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excufe:
My love, my life, my foul, fair Helena!

HEL. O excellent!

HER.

Sweet, do not fcorn her fo. DEM. If the cannot entreat, I can compel.

Lys. Thoucanft compelno more than fhe entreat; Thy threats have no more ftrength, than her weak prayers."

Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do;

Ay, do, perféver.] Perfever is the reading of all the old copies. The word was formerly fo pronounced. Thus our author, in All'ş Well that ends well, A& IV. fc. ii:

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fay thou art mine, and ever

"My love, as it begins, fo fhall perfever." Again, in Glapthorne's Argalus and Parthenia, 1639;

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May they in love and union ftill perfever." STEEVENS. -fuch an argument.] Such a fubje&t of light merriment.

So, in the first part of King Henry IV. A& II. fc. ii.

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JOHNSON.

it would be argument for a week,' &c. STEEVENS. than her weak prayers.] The old copies read: than her weak praife. STEEVENS.

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Mr. Theobald propofed to read-prays.

A noun thus formed

from the verb, to pray, is much in our anthor's manner; and the transcriber's car might have been easily deceived by the fimilarity of founds.

MALONE.

I swear by that which I will lofe for thee,
Το prove him falfe, that fays I love thee not.
DEM. I fay, I love thee more than he can do.
Lys. If thou fay fo, withdraw, and prove it too.
DEM. Quick, come,-

HER.

Lyfander, whereto tends all this? Lys. Away, you Ethiop!

DEM. No, no, fir:-he will Seem to break loofe; take on, as you would follow; But yet come not: You are a tame man, go!

Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing, let loofe;

Or I will shake thee from me, like a ferpent. HER. Why are you grown fo rude? what change is this,

Sweet love?

LYS.

Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out! Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! HER. Do you not jest?

No, no, fir:- he will, &c.] This paffage, like almost all thofe in thefe plays in which there is a fudden tranfition, or the sense is haftily broken off, is much corrupted in the old copies. My text [No, no; he'll--fir,] is formed from the quarto printed by Fisher and the firft folio. The words "he'll" are not in the folio, and Sir is not in the quarto. Demetrius, I fuppofe, would fay, No, no; he'll not have refolution to difengage himself from Hermia. But turning abruptly to Lyfander, he addreffes him ironically: 47 Sir, feem to break loofe;" &c. MALONE.

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No critical remedy is nearer at hand, than a fuppofition that obfcure paffages are fentences defignedly abrupt and imperfect. — Lyfander calls Hermia an "Ethiop.' "No, no, fir: ' replies Demetrius; i. e. fhe is none; and then ironically fpeaks to her of Lyfander, as of one whose struggle to break loose is merely a pretended effort. He next addrelles his provocation perfonally to Lyfander. I have left the text as I found it; only reading (for the fake of metre,) he will, iuftead of he'll. STEEVENS.

HEL. Yes, 'footh; and fo do you. Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. DEM. I would, I had your bond: for, I perceive, A weak bond holds you; I'll not truft your word. Lys. What, fhould I hurt her, ftrike her, kill her dead?

Although I hate her, I'll not harm her fo.

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HER. What, can you do me greater harm, than hate?

Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love? Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lyfander?

I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.

Since night, you lov'd me; yet, fince night, you left

me:

Why, then you left me,-O, the gods forbid!In carneft, thall I fay?

Lys.

Ay, by my life; And never did defire to fee thee more. Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jeft,

That I do hate thee, and love Helena.

HER. O me! you juggler! you canker-bloffom!" You thief of love! what, have you come by night, And ftol'n my love's heart from him?

90 me! you juggler! you canker-bloom!] Juggler in this line is used as a trifyllable: So again, in K. Henry VI. P. I:

"She and the dauphin have been juggling.”

So alfo tickling, wrestler, and many more. MALONE.

you canker-bloffom!] The canker-bloom is not in this place the bloffom of the canker or wild rofe, which our author alludes to in Much ado about Nothing, A& I. fc. iii:

"I had rather be a canker in a hedge, than a rofe in his grace:" but a worm that preys on the leaves or buds of flowers, always beginning in the middle. So, in this play, A& II. fc. iii:

Some to kill cankers in the mufk-rofe buds "

STEEVENS.

HEL.

Fine, i'faith!

Have you no modefty, no maiden fhame,
No touch of bafhfulness? What, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie, fie; you counterfeit, you puppet, you!
HER. Puppet! why fo? Ay, that way goes the

game.

Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our ftatures, fhe hath urg'd her height;
And with her perfonage, her tall perfonage,
Her height, forfooth, fhe hath prevail'd with him.—
And are you grown fo high in his efteem,
Because I am fo dwarfifh, and fo low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? fpeak;
How low am I? I am not yet so low,
But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

HEL. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Let her not hurt me: I was never curft;

I have no gift at all in fhrewishness;
I am a right maid for my cowardice;
Let her not ftrike me: You, perhaps, may think,
Because fhe's fomething lower than myself,
That I can match her.

HER.

Lower! hark, again.

HEL. Good Hermia, do not be fo bitter with

me.

I evermore did love you, Hermia,

Did ever keep your counfels, never wrong'd you;
Save that, in love unto Demetrius,

I told him of your ftealth unto this wood:
He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd him.

But he hath chid me hence; and threaten'd me

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curft; i. c. fhrewifh or mischievous.

Thus in the old proverbial faying: horns." STEEVENS.

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Curft cows have short

To flrike me, fpurn me, nay, to kill me too:
And now, fo you will let me quiet go,
To Athens will I bear my folly back,
And follow you no further: Let me go;
You fee how fimple and how fond I am.3
HER. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders.
you?

HEL. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.
HER. What, with Lysander?

HEL.

With Demetrius.

Lys. Be not afraid: fhe fhall not harm thee,

Helena.

DEM. No, fir; she shall not, though you take her

part.

HEL. O, when fhe's angry, fhe is keen and fhrewd: She was a vixen, when fhe went to school; * And, though fhe be but little, fhe is fierce.

HER. Little again? nothing but low and little?Why will you fuffer her to flout me thus?

Let me come to her.

Lys.

Get you gone, you dwarf; You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made; ' You bead, you acorn.

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how fond I am.] Fond, i. e. foolish. So, in The Mer chant of Venice:

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I do wonder,

"Thou naughty gaoler, that thou art fo fond

"To come abroad with him." STEEVENS.

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a vixen, when she went to School;] Vizen or fixen primitively fignifies a female fox. So, in The boke of hunting, that is cleped Mayfter of Game; an ancient MS. in the collection of Francis Douce, Efqr. Grays Inn: " The fixen of the Foxe is affaute onys in the yer. She hath venomous biting as a wolfe." "STEEVENS. of hind'ring knot-grafs made;] It appears that knot-grafs was anciently supposed to prevent the growth of any animal or

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