SCENE II. Another part of the wood. Enter Oberon. Obe. I wonder if Titania be awak'd; Enter Puck. Here comes my messenger.-How now, mad spirit? Near to her close and consecrated bower, Anon, his Thisbe must be answered, And forth my mimick || comes: when they him spy, And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; * Revelry. + Simple fellows. § Head. || Actor. Their sense, thus weak, lost with their fears, thus strong, Made senseless things begin to do them wrong: I led them on in this distracted fear, Obe. This falls out better than I could devise. Puck, I took him sleeping,-that is finish'd too,And the Athenian woman by his side? That, when he wak'd, of force she must be ey'd. Enter Demetrius and Hermia. Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man." Dem. O why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe. Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse; For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, The sun was not so true unto the day, As he to me: Would he have stol'n away From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon, This whole earth may be bor'd; and that the moon Dem. So should the murder'd look; and so should I, Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty: Her. What's this to my Lysander? where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me? Dem. I had rather give his carcase to my hounds. Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou driv'st me past the bounds Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then? mood: I am not guilty of Lysander's blood; Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell. ; Her. I pray thee, tell me then that he is well. Dem. And if I could, what should I get therefore? Her. A privilege, never to see me more.And from thy hated presence part I so: See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit. Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vein: Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; [Lies down. Obe. What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love-juice on some true-love's sight: Of thy misprision must perforce ensue Some true-love turn'd, and not a false turn'd true. Puck. Then fate o'er-rules; that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath. Obe. About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find: All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheert Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye! [Exit. Re-enter Puck. Puck. Captain of our fairy band, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee; Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be! Obe. Stand aside: the noise they make, Will cause Demetrius to awake. Puck. Then will two at once, woo one; That must needs be sport alone; ; And those things do best please me, That befal preposterously. • Love-sick.. + Countenance. 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! 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, Will even weigh; and both as light as tales. Lys. I had no judgement, 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, per. fect, divine! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne; • Heartily, |