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Her. O me, you jugler ; oh, you canker-blossom, You thief of love; what, have you come by night, And stoll'n my love's heart from him ?

Hel. Fine, i'faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? 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

Now, 1 perceive, that she hath made compare
Between our statures; she hath urg'd her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Hér height, forsooth, she hath prevaild with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem,
Because I am so dwarfish and so low ?
How low am I, thou painted maypole ? speak,
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 curst;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid, for my cowardice:
Let her not strike me. You, perhaps, may think,
Because she's something lower than myself,
That I can match her.

Her. Lower ! hark ! again.

Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me; I evermore did love you, Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you ; Save that, in love unto Demetrius, I told him of your stealth unto this wood : He follow'd you, for love I follow'd him, But he hath chid me hence, and threaten'd me To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too ; And now, so you will let me quiet go, To Athens will I bear my folly back, And follow you no further. Let me go.


You see, how simple and how fond I am.

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.
Lyf. Be not afraid, she shall not harm thee, Helena,
Dem. No, Sir, she shall not, though you take het part,

Hil. O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd ;
She was a vixen when she went to school;
And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Her. Little, again ? nothing but low, and little ?
Why will you suffer her to fout me thus ?
Let me come to her.

Lyf. Get you gone, you dwarf.
You » Minimus, of hind’ring knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.

Dem. You are too ofiicious,
In her behalf that fcorns your services.
Let her alone, speak not of Helena,
Take not her part: for if thou dost intend
Never so little shew of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.

Lys. Now she holds me not ;
Now follow, if thou dar'lt; to try whose right,
Or thine, or mine, is most in Helena,
Dem. Follow ? nay, l'll go with thee cheek by jowl.

[Excunt Lysander and Demetrius. Her. You, mistress, all this coyl is long of you : Nay, go not back.

Hel. I will not trust you, I;
Nor longer stay in your curft company.
Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray ;
My legs are longer, though, to run away.

(Exeunt : Hermia pursuing Helena.


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Enter Oberon and Puck.


Ob. This is thy negligence : still thou mistak't,
Or else committit chy knaveries willingly.

Puck. Believe me, King of shadows, I'mistook,
Did not you tell me, I should know the man
By the Athenian garments he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprize,
That I'have 'rointed an Athenian's eyes;
And so far am I glad it did so sort,
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.

Ob. Thou seeit, chese lovers seek a place to fight;
Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry weikin cover thou anon
With drooping fogs, as black as Acheron ;
And lead these testy rivals so astray,
As one come not within another's way.
Like to Lyander, sometime, frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou, like Demetrius;
And from each other, look, thou lead them thus;
'Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting Neep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep i
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye,
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with its might ;
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight;
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream, and fruitless vision ;
And back to Athens Ih all the lovers wend
With league, whose date 'till death shall never end.

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Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my Queen, and beg her Indian boy ;
And then I will her charmed eye release
From monsters view, and all things thall be peace.

Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with halte,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full faft,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger ;
At whose approach, ghosts wandring here and there
Troop home to church-yard ; damned spirits all,
That in cross-ways and foods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone ;
For fear least day should look their shames upon,
They wilfully exile themselves from light;
And must for aye consort with black-brow'd night.

Ob. But we are spirits of another fort ;
I with the morning light have oft made sport;
And, like a foreiter, the groves may tread,
Ev'n till the eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Nepiune with fair bleffed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his falt
But, notwithstanding, halte ; make no delay;
We may effect this business yet ere day.

Puck. Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down :
I am fear'd in field and town.
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.

green streams.

(Exit Ob.

En'er Lyfander.

Lys. Where art thou proud Demetrius ? speak thou


Puck. Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where are

thou? Lys. I will be with thee straight.

Puck. Follow me then To plainer ground. [Lys goes out, as following Dem.



Enter Demetrius, Dem. Lyfander, speak again ; Thou run-away, thou coward, art chou fled? Speak in some bush: where dost thou hide thy head?

Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars,
And will not come? come, recreant ; come, thou child,
I'll whip thee with a rod; he is defil'd,
That draws a sword on thee.

Dem. Yea, art thou there?
Puck. Follow my voice, we'll try no manhood here.

Lysander comes back.
Lys. He goes before me, and still dares me on ;
When I come where he calls me, then he's gone.
The villain is much lighter-heel'd, than 1:
I follow'd fast, but fafter he did Ay;
That fall'n am I in dark uneven way,
And here will rest me. Come, thou gentle day :

[Lyes down. For if but once thou fhew nie thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this spight.

Enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Ho, ho, ho, coward, why comeft thou not?

Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ft: for well I wot.
Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place ;
And dar'ít not stand, nor look me in the face.
Where art thou ?

Puck. Come thou hither, I am here.
Dem. Nay, then thou mock'it me; thou shalt buy

cbis dear,


buy this dear ; that is, dear. So in another place, thou ebou sealt pay dearly for this, palt abuy it. So Milton, Though this is sente, and nay well enough stand, yet the poet

How dearly I abide that boast perhaps wrote thou shalt 'by it so vain,

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