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(Middle of) Act 3, Scene 2
OBERON102 Flower of this purple dye,103 Hit with Cupid's archery,104 Sink in apple of his eye.105 When his love he doth espy,106 Let her shine as gloriously107 As the Venus of the sky.108 When thou wakest, if she be by,109 Beg of her for remedy. Enter PUCK. PUCK110 Captain of our fairy band,111 Helena is here at hand;112 And the youth, mistook by me,113 Pleading for a lover's fee.114 Shall we their fond pageant see?115 Lord, what fools these mortals be! OBERON116 Stand aside: the noise they make117 Will cause Demetrius to awake. PUCK118 Then will two at once woo one;119 That must needs be sport alone;120 And those things do best please me121 That befall prepost'rously. Enter LYSANDER and HELENA. LYSANDER122 Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?123 Scorn and derision never come in tears:124 Look, when I vow, I weep; and vows so born,125 In their nativity all truth appears.126 How can these things in me seem scorn to you,127 Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true? HELENA128 You do advance your cunning more and more.129 When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray!130 These vows are Hermia's: will you give her o'er?131 Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh:132 Your vows to her and me, put in two scales,133 Will even weigh, and both as light as tales. LYSANDER134 I had no judgment when to her I swore. HELENA135 Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er. LYSANDER136 Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. DEMETRIUS [Awaking.]137 O Helena, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine!138 To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne?139 Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in show140 Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!141 That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,142 Fann'd with the eastern wind, turns to a crow143 When thou hold'st up thy hand: O, let me kiss144 This princess of pure white, this seal of bliss! HELENA145 O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent146 To set against me for your merriment:147 If you we re civil and knew courtesy,148 You would not do me thus much injury.149 Can you not hate me, as I know you do,150 But you must join in souls to mock me too?151 If you were men, as men you are in show,152 You would not use a gentle lady so;153 To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,154 When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.155 You both are rivals, and love Hermia;156 And now both rivals, to mock Helena:157 A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,158 To conjure tears up in a poor maid's eyes159 With your derision! none of noble sort160 Would so offend a virgin, and extort161 A poor soul's patience, all to make you sport. LYSANDER162 You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;163 For you love Hermia; this you know I know:164 And here, with all good will, with all my heart,165 In Hermia's love I yield you up my part;166 And yours of Helena to me bequeath,167 Whom I do love and will do till my death. HELENA168 Never did mockers waste more idle breath. DEMETRIUS169 Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none:170 If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone.171 My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd,172 And now to Helen is it home return'd,173 There to remain. LYSANDER173 Helen, it is not so. DEMETRIUS174 Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,175 Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.176 Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Enter HERMIA. HERMIA177 Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,178 The ear more quick of apprehension makes;179 Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,180 It pays the hearing double recompense.181 Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;182 Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound183 But why unkindly didst thou leave me so? LYSANDER184 Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? HERMIA185 What love could press Lysander from my side? LYSANDER186 Lysander's love, that would not let him bide,187 Fair Helena, who more engilds the night188 Than all you fiery oes and eyes of light.189 Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,190 The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so? HERMIA191 You speak not as you think: it cannot be. HELENA192 Lo, she is one of this confederacy!193 Now I perceive they have conjoin'd all three194 To fashion this false sport, in spite of me.195 Injurious Hermia! most ungrateful maid!196 Have you conspired, have you with these contriv'd197 To bait me with this foul derision?198 Is all the counsel that we two have shared,199 The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,200 When we have chid the hasty-footed time201 For parting us,—O, is it all forgot?202 All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence?203 We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,204 Have with our needles created both one flower,205 Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,206 Both warbling of one song, both in one key,207 As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,208 Had been incorporate. So we grow together,209 Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,210 But yet an union in partition;211 Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;212 So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;213 Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,214 Due but to one and crowned with one crest.215 And will you rent our ancient love asunder,216 To join with men in scorning your poor friend?217 It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:218 Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,219 Though I alone do feel the injury. HERMIA220 I am amazed at your passionate words.221 I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me. HELENA222 Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,223 To follow me and praise my eyes and face?224 And made your other love, Demetrius,225 Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,226 To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare,227 Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this228 To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander229 Deny your love, so rich within his soul,230 And tender me, forsooth, affection,231 But by your setting on, by your consent?232 What though I be not so in grace as you,233 So hung upon with love, so fortunate,234 But miserable most, to love unloved?235 This you should pity rather than despise. HERMIA236 I understand not what you mean by this. HELENA237 Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,238 Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;239 Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up:240 This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.241 If you have any pity, grace, or manners,242 You would not make me such an argument.243 But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault;244 Which death or absence soon shall remedy. LYSANDER245 Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse:246 My love, my life my soul, fair Helena! HELENA247 O excellent! HERMIA247 Sweet, do not scorn her so. DEMETRIUS248 If she cannot entreat, I can compel. LYSANDER249 Thou canst compel no more than she entreat:250 Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers.251 Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do:252 I swear by that which I will lose for thee,253 To prove him false that says I love thee not. DEMETRIUS254 I say I love thee more than he can do. LYSANDER255 If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. DEMETRIUS256 Quick, come! HERMIA256 Lysander, whereto tends all this? LYSANDER257 Away, you Ethiope! DEMETRIUS257 No, no; he'll258 Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow,259 But yet come not: you are a tame man, go! LYSANDER260 Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,261 Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent! HERMIA262 Why are you grown so rude? what change is this?263 Sweet love? LYSANDER263 Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!264 Out, loathed med'cine! hated potion, hence! HERMIA265 Do you not jest? HELENA265 Yes, sooth; and so do you. LYSANDER266 Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. DEMETRIUS267 I would I had your bond, for I perceive268 A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word. LYSANDER269 What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?270 Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. HERMIA271 What, can you do me greater harm than hate?272 Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love!273 Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander?274 I am as fair now as I was erewhile.275 Since night you loved me; yet since night you left me:276 Why, then you left me—O, the gods forbid!—277 In earnest, shall I say? LYSANDER277 Ay, by my life;278 And never did desire to see thee more.279 Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;280 Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest281 That I do hate thee and love Helena. HERMIA282 O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!283 You thief of love! what, have you come by night284 And stolen my love's heart from him? HELENA284 Fine, i'faith!285 Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,286 No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear287 Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?288 Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you! HERMIA289 Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game.290 Now I perceive that she hath made compare291 Between our statures; she hath urged her height;292 And with her personage, her tall personage,293 Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.294 And are you grown so high in his esteem;295 Because I am so dwarfish and so low?296 How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak;297 How low am I? I am not yet so low298 But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. HELENA299 I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,300 Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;301 I have no gift at all in shrewishness;302 I am a right maid for my cowardice:303 Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,304 Because she is something lower than myself,305 That I can match her. HERMIA305 "Lower"? hark, again. HELENA306 Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me.307 I evermore did love you, Hermia,308 Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you;309 Save that, in love unto Demetrius,310 I told him of your stealth unto this wood.311 He follow'd you; for love I follow'd him;312 But he hath chid me hence and threaten'd me313 To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too:314 And now, so you will let me quiet go,315 To Athens will I bear my folly back316 And follow you no further: let me go:317 You see how simple and how fond I am. HERMIA318 Why, get you gone: who is't that hinders you? HELENA319 A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. HERMIA320 What, with Lysander? HELENA320 With Demetrius. LYSANDER321 Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena. DEMETRIUS322 No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part. HELENA323 O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd!324 She was a vixen when she went to school;325 And though she be but little, she is fierce. HERMIA326 "Little" again! nothing but "low" and "little"!327 Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?328 Let me come to her. LYSANDER328 Get you gone, you dwarf;329 You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made;330 You bead, you acorn. DEMETRIUS330 You are too officious331 In her behalf that scorns your services.332 Let her alone: speak not of Helena;333 Take not her part; for, if thou dost intend334 Never so little show of love to her,335 Thou shalt aby it. LYSANDER335 Now she holds me not;336 Now follow, if thou darest, to try whose right,337 Of thine or mine, is most in Helena. DEMETRIUS338 Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jowl. [Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS.] HERMIA339 You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you:340 Nay, go not back. HELENA340 I will not trust you, I,341 Nor longer stay in your curst company.342 Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,343 My legs are longer though, to run away. [Exit.] HERMIA344 I am amazed, and know not what to say. 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