The sun was not so true unto the day, 260 Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty : Yet you, the murderer, 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 had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past the bounds 270 Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? Dem. You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for ought that I can tell. Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. 280 Dem. An if I could, what should I get therefore? Her. 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. quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: Some true love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. ing troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath, Ob. About the wood go swifter than the wind, Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow. Hit with Cupid's archery, 301 [Exit. As As the Venus of the sky.- Re-enter PUCK. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand; And the youth, mistook by me, Shall we their fond pageant see? 310 Ob. Stand aside the noise they make, Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one; That must needs be sport alone : Enter LYSANDER, and HELENA. 320 1 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, 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 cath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: 230 Your Your vows, to her and me, put in two scales, 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, per fect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? 340 350 360 Would Would so offend a virgin; and extort Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Whom I do love, and will do to my death. There to remain. Lys. Helen, it is not so. 370 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. 379 Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes ; It pays the hearing double recompence :-- Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? Her. |