Dem. Quick, come! 210 Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? [clinging to him.] As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds, Dem. I say I love thee more than he can do. It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly; Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it, 230 Deny your love, so rich within his soul, 235 241 Make mouths upon me when I turn my back, Her. Lys. Away, you Ethiope! Seem to break loose. No, no, sir; But yet come not. You are a tame man, go! Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! Vile thing, let loose, 260 Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent! Her. Why are you grown SO rude? What change is this? Sweet love, 250 Hel. I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Fine, i' faith! Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, 285 No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear 310 I told him of your stealth unto this wood. He followed you; for love I followed 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? 315 320 Lys. Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. Dem. No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part. Hel. 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. 325 You are too officious 330 In her behalf that scorns your services. Let her alone; speak not of Helena; Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend Never so little show of love to her, Thou shalt aby it. Lys. Now she holds me not. 335 Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. Dem. Follow! Nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jowl. Exeunt Lysander and Demetrius. Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you. Nay, go not back. I will not trust you, I, Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray; My legs are longer though, to run away. Hel. 340 [Exit.] Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. Oberon and Puck [step forth]. [Exit.] Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully. Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Did not you tell me I should know the man By the Athenian garments he hath on? And so far blameless proves my enterprise, 350 That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes; And so far am I glad it so did sort, As this their jangling I esteem a sport. Obe. Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight; Enter Helena. Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night, That I may back to Athens by daylight, eye, Steal me a while from mine own company. Robin. Yet but three? Come one more; Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad. Enter Hermia. Her. Never so weary, never so in woe, 435 Sleeps. 440 Bot. Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get 18 Bedabbled with the dew and torn with Bot. Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good briers, I can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me till the break of day. 46 Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Lies down and sleeps.] Robin. On the ground Sleep sound. To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. Mus. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, mounsieur; for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face, and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. 450 Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? [Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eyes.] When thou wak'st, 29 Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. [They sleep.] Enter Robin Goodfellow. good Robin. 50 Obe. [Advancing.] Welcome, Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, 60 Robin. Fairy king, attend, and mark; Stood now within the pretty flowerets' eyes sent 100 105 Tell me how it came this night That I sleeping here was found With these mortals on the ground. Sleepers lie still. Exeunt [Oberon, Titania, and Robin Goodfellow]. Horns winded [within]. Enter Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and all his train. The. Go, one of you, find out the forester, [Exit an attendant.] We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top, And mark the musical confusion 115 Of hounds and echo in conjunction. Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once, When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear With hounds of Sparta. Never did I hear Such gallant chiding; for, besides the groves, The skies, the fountains, every region near 126 Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard So musical a discord, such sweet thunder. The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind, So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung With ears that sweep away the morning dew; Crook-knee'd, and dew-lapp'd like Thessalia. bulls; 126 the the May |