Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lyfander? I am as fair now, as I was erewhile. Since night, you lov'd me; yet, fince night, you left me: Why, then you left me, O the gods forbid ! In earnest, fhall I fay? Lys. Ay, by my life; And never did defire to fee thee more. That I do hate thee, and love Helena. Her. O me! you jugler! oh, you canker-blossom ! You thief of love! what, have you come by night, And ftol'n my love's heart from him? Hel. Fine, i'faith! Have you no modefty, no maiden shame, game. Her height, forfooth, fhe hath prevail'd with him.— 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, canker-bloom!]-a worm that preys on the buds of flowers. a touch, a feeling "Haft thou TEMPEST, A&t V, S. 1. Let g 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 fo bitter with me. Did ever keep your counfels, never wrong'd you; I told him of your stealth unto this wood: To Athens will I bear my folly back, b Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hinders you? Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind. Her. What, with Lyfander? Hel. With Demetrius. Lyf. Be not afraid; fhe shall not harm thee, Helena. Dem. No, fir; fhe fhall not, though you take her part. Hel. O, when fhe's angry, fhe is keen and shrewd : She was a vixen, when fhe went to school; And, though she be but little, fhe is fierce. Her. Little again? nothing but low and little ?— Why will you fuffer her to flout me thus ? Let me come to her. Lyf. Get you gone, you dwarf; carft;]-quarrelfome. You You'minimus, of hind'ring knot-grafs made; Dem. You are too officious, In her behalf that scorns your services. Take not her part: for if thou doft* intend Thou shalt 'aby it. Lys. Now fhe holds me not; Now follow, if thou dar'ft, to try whose right, Or thine or mine, is moft in Helena. Dem. Follow ? nay, I'll [Exit Lyfander 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. Ob. This is thy negligence: ftill thou mistak'st, Or else commit'it thy knaveries willingly. Puck. Believe me, king of fhadows, I mistook. i You minim, you-you diminutive, you reptile. n cheek by jowl.]—fide by fide. 1aby it.]-pay dearly for it. coyl is 'long of you :]-disturbance is occafioned by you. • in your curft company.]-in company with such a vixen. P wilfully. a fort,]-fall out. Ob. Ob. Thou feest, these lovers feek a place to fight: Shall feem a dream, and fruitlefs vifion; I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; peace. Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste; At whofe approach, ghofts, wandering here and there, Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fear left day fhould look their fhames upon, virtuous property,]—falutary effect. derifion]-fcene of mockery. E 2 • wend,]-go. They They wilfully themselves exile from light, I with "the morning's love have oft made sport ; Puck. Up and down, up and down; I will lead them up and down: Goblin, lead them up and down. Enter Lyfander. [Exit Ob. Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now. Puck. Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou? Lys. I will be with thee straight. Puck. Follow me then To plainer ground. [Lyf. goes out, as following Dem. Enter Demetrius. Dem. Lyfander! speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou filed? Speak-In fome bush?-where doft thou hide thy head? Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look'st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child; the morning's love have oft made Sport ;]-have oft paid a sportsman's devoirs to the morning;-or the words may allude to the amours of Tithonus and Aurora-morning light. w In fome bush ?]-Art thou crept into some bu?— |