Have with our neelds created both one flower, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it; Her. I am amazed at your passionate words: (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so. Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel. • Needles. + Wry faces. Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak prayers. Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do; I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? Dem. No, no, Sir:-He will Seem to break loose; 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 loose; Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Her. Why are you grown so 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? Hel. Yes, sooth; and so 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 trust your word. Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. 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 Lysander? I am as fair now, as I was erewhile. Since night, you loved me; yet, since night, you left me: Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid !- Lys. Ay, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more. Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt, Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest, That I do hate thee, and love Helena. Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossomn 1 You thief of love! What, have you come by night, And stolen my love's heart from him? Hel. Fine, f faith! A worm that preys on the buds of flowe Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you! Her. Puppet! Why so? Ay, that way goes the game, Now I perceive that she hath made compare But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. men, 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, Her. Lower! hark, again. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I evermore did love you, Hermia, Did ever keep your councils, 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; To Athens will I bear my folly back, 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, Lys. Be not afraid: she shall not harm thee He lena. Dem. No, Sir; she shall not, though you take her part. Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd : *Shrewish mischievous. + Foolish. She was a vixen when she went to school; Her. Little again? Nothing but low and little?Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ? Let me come to her. Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf; You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made; Dem. You are too officious, In her behalf that scorns your services. Take not her part: for if thou dost intend t Thou shalt aby it. Lys. Now she holds me not; Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, jole. Dem. Follow? Nay I'll go with thee, cheek by [Exeunt Lys. and Dem. Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: Nay, go not back. Hel. I will not trust you, I; Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray; Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook, And so far blameless proves my enterprise, Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight; Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; With drooping fog, as black as Acheron: As one come not within another's way. Like to Lysander some time frame thy tongue, Anciently knot-grass was supposed to prevent the growth of children. + Pretend. + Happen. And from each other look thou lead them thus, Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, From monster's view: and all things shall be peace. Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste; For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to church-yards: damned spirits all, For fear lest day should look their shames upon, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night. I with the morning's love ‡ have oft made sport; I will lead them up and down: I am fear'd in field and town; Here comes one. Enter LYSANDER. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now. Medicinal efficacy. + Go, t Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora |