Re-enter PUCK. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, And the youth, mistook by me, 1 Shall we their fond 1 pageant see? Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make Puck. Then will two, at once, woo one; That must needs be sport alone : Enter LYSANDER and HELENA. Lys. Why should you think that I should woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears: How can these things in me seem scorn to you, more. When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray! ' Foolish. These vows are Hermia's; will you give her o'er ? Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh: Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Lys. I had no judgment, when to her I swore. Hel. Nor none, in my mind, now you give her o'er. Lys. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you. Dem. [awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne? Hel. O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent 1 Heartily. You both are rivals, and love Hermia; eyes, Lys. You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath. Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none : If e'er I loved her, all that love is gone. My heart with her but, as guest-wise, sojourn'd; Dem. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know, Lest, to thy peril, thou abide it dear.2 - Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear. Enter HERMIA. Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, Lys. Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go? Her. What love could press Lysander from my side? Lys. Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Fair Helena; who more engilds the night 1 Than all yon fiery oes 1 and eyes of light. Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know, The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so? Her. You speak not as you think; it cannot be. Now I perceive they have conjoin'd, all three, Is all the counsel that we two have shared, All school-days' friendship, childhood innocence ? Have with our neelds 1 created both one flower, Two lovely berries moulded on one stem: Due but to one, and crowned with one crest. for it; Her. I am amazed at your passionate words : I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me. Hel. Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? And made your other love, Demetrius, (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot) To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this To her he hates? and wherefore doth Lysander Deny your love, so rich within his soul, And tender me, forsooth, affection, But by your setting on, by your consent? I Needles. |