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Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake:
And forth my mimic 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,
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Some, sleeves; some, hats; from yielders all things catch.
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.
a Nowl-noll, head.
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
Dem. So should the murther'd look; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Yet you, the murtherer, look as bright, as clear, As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
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?
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. 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.
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;
it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay. [Lies down.
Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.
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.
Puck. Captain of our fairy band,
And the youth, mistook by me,
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
should woo in
Scorn and derision never come in tears.
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.
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.
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.
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 :