A Midsommer nightes dreame.
1055When in that moment (
so it came to pa
sse)
¶Tytania wak't, and
straight way lou'd an A
sse.
¶Ob. This falles out better, then I could deui
se.
¶But ha
st thou yet latcht the
Athenians eyes,
¶With the loue iuice, as I did bid thee doe?
1060Rob. I tooke him
sleeping (that is fini
sht to)
¶And the
Athenian woman, by his
side;
¶That when he wak't, of force
she mu
st be ey'd.
¶Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
¶Ob. Stand clo
se: this is the
same
Athenian.
1065Rob. This is the woman: but not this the man.
¶Demet. O, Why rebuke you him, that loues you
so?
¶Lay breath
so bitter, on your bitter foe.
¶Her. Now I but chide: but I
should v
se thee wor
se.
¶For thou (I feare) ha
st giuen me cau
se to cur
se.
1070If thou ha
st
slaine
Lysander, in his
sleepe;
¶Being ore
shooes in blood, plunge in the deepe, & kill mee
¶The Sunne was not
so true vnto the day,
¶As hee to mee. Would hee haue
stollen away,
1075Frow
sleeping
Hermia? Ile beleeue, as
soone,
¶This whole earth may be bor'd, and that the Moone
¶May through the Center creepe, and
so di
splea
se
¶Her brothers noonetide, with th'
Antipodes.
¶It cannot be, but thou ha
st murdred him.
1080So
should a murtherer looke;
so dead,
so grimme.
¶Dem. So
should the murthered looke, and
so
should I,
¶Pear
st through the heart, with your
sterne cruelty.
¶Yet you, the murtherer, looke as bright, as cleere,
¶As yonder
Venus, in her glimmering
spheare.
1085Her. Whats this to my
Lysander? Where is hee?
¶Ah good
Demetrius, wilt thou giue him mee?
¶Deme. I had rather giue his carca
sse to my hounds.
¶Her. Out dog, out curre: thou driu'
st me pa
st the bounds
¶Of maidens patience. Ha
st thou
slaine him then?
1090Henceforth be neuer numbred among men.
