Have with our neelds created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
But yet a union in partition,

Two lovely berries moulded on one stem:
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, aud crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:

Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it;
Though I alone do feel the injury.

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?
What though I be not so in grace as you,
So hung upon with love, so fortunate;
But miserable most, to love unloved?
This you should pity, rather than despise.
Her. I understand not what you mean by this.
Hel. Ay, do, perséver, counterfeit sad looks,
Make mows upon me when I turn my back;
Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up:
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any
have any pity, grace or manners,
You would not make me such an argument.
But, fare ye well: 'tis partly mine own fault;
Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.
Lys. Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse;
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
Hel. O excellent!

Her. Sweet, do not scorn her so.

Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat,

• Needles.

+ Wry faces.

Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak prayers.

Helen, I love thee; by my life, I do;

I swear by that which I will lose for thee,
To prove him false, that says I love thee not.
Dem. I say, I love thee more than he can do.
Lys. If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.
Dem. Quick, come,-

Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Lys. Away, you Ethiop!

Dem. No, no, Sir:-He will

Seem to break loose; take on, as you would follow; But yet come not: you are a tame man, go!

Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing,

let loose;

Or I will shake thee from me, like a serpent. Her. Why are you grown so rude? What change is this,

Sweet love?

Lys. Thy love? Out, tawny Tartar, out! Out, loathed medicine! Hated potion, hence! Her. Do you not jest?

Hel. Yes, sooth; and so do you.

Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Dem. I would, I had your bond: for, I perceive, A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your word. Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her

dead?

Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

Her. What, can you do me greater harm, than hate?

Hate me! Wherefore? O me! what news, my love? Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander?

I am as fair now, as I was erewhile.

Since night, you loved me; yet, since night, you

left me:

Why, then you left me,-0, the gods forbid !-
In earnest, shall I say?

Lys. Ay, by my life;

And never did desire to see thee more.

Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt,

Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest,

That I do hate thee, and love Helena.

Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossomn 1 You thief of love! What, have you come by night, And stolen my love's heart from him?

Hel. Fine, f faith!

A worm that preys on the buds of flowe

Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,
No touch of bashfulness? What, will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ?

Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet, you!

Her. Puppet! Why so? Ay, that way goes the

game,

Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures, she hath urged her height;
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.
And are you grown so high in his esteem,
Because I am so dwarfish, and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole? Speak,
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, gentle-

men,

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,
Because she's something lower than myself,
That I can match her.

Her. Lower! hark, again.

Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I evermore did love you, Hermia,

Did ever keep your councils, never wrong'd you; Save that in love unto Demetrius,

I told him of your stealth unto this wood:

He follow'd you; for love, I follow'd 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?

Hel. With Demetrius,

Lys. Be not afraid: she shall not harm thee He

lena.

Dem. No, Sir; she shall not, though you take her

part.

Hel. O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd :

*Shrewish mischievous.

+ Foolish.

She was a vixen when she went to school;
And though she be but little, she is fierce.

Her. Little again? Nothing but low and little?Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ? Let me come to her.

Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf;

You minimus, of hind'ring knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.

Dem. You are too officious,

In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone; speak not of Helena;

Take not her part: for if thou dost intend t
Never so little shew of love to her,

Thou shalt aby it.

Lys. Now she holds me not;

Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right,
Or thine or mine, is most in Helena.

jole.

Dem. Follow? Nay I'll go with thee, cheek by [Exeunt Lys. and Dem. Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: Nay, go not back.

Hel. 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, [Exit.
Her. I am amazed, and know not what to say.
[Exit, pursuing Helena.
Obe. This is thy negligence: still thou mistak'st,
Or else commit'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 had on?

And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
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 seest, these lovers seek a place to fight;

Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night;
The starry welkin cover thou anon

With drooping fog, as black as Acheron:
And lead these testy rivals so astray,

As one come not within another's way.

Like to Lysander some time frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius ;

Anciently knot-grass was supposed to prevent the growth of children. + Pretend. + Happen.

And from each other look thou lead them thus,
"Till o'er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep:
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye,
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property
To take from thence all error, with his might,
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight.
When they next wake, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision;
And back to Athens shall the lovers wendt,
With league, whose date till death shall never
end.

Whiles I in this affair do thee employ,
I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy;
And then I will her charmed eye release

From monster's view: and all things shall be peace.

Puck. My fairy lord, this must be done with haste;

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast,
And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger;

At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there,

Troop home to church-yards: damned spirits all,
That in cross-ways and floods have burial,
Already to their wormy beds are gone;

For fear lest day should look their shames upon,
They wilfully themselves exile from light,

And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.
Obe. But we are spirits of another sort:

I with the morning's love ‡ have oft made sport;
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:
We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit Obe.
Puck. Up and down, up and down;

I will lead them up and down:

I am fear'd in field and town;
Goblin lead them up and down.

Here comes one.

Enter LYSANDER.

Lys. Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak

thou now.

Medicinal efficacy.

+ Go,

t Cephalus, the paramour of Aurora