1110If for his tender here I make some stay. Lie downe.

1111Ob. What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite

1112And laid the loue iuyce on some true loues sight:

1113Of thy misprision, must perforce ensue

1114Some true loue turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.

1115Rob. Then fate ore-rules, that one man holding troth,

1116A million faile, confounding oath on oath.

1117Ob. About the wood, goe swifter then the winde,

1118And Helena of Athens looke thou finde.

1119All fancy sicke she is, and pale of cheere,

1120With sighes of loue, that costs the fresh bloud deare.

1121By some illusion see thou bring her heere,

1122Ile charme his eyes against she doth appeare.

1123Robin. I go, I go, looke how I goe,

1124Swifter then arrow from the Tartars bowe. Exit.

1125Ob. Flower of this purple die,

1126Hit with Cupids archery,

1127Sinke in apple of his eye,

1128When his loue he doth espie,

1129Let her shine as gloriously

1130As the Venus of the sky.

1131When thou wak'st if she be by,

1132Beg of her for remedy.

1134Puck. Captaine of our Fairy band,

1135Helena is heere at hand,

1136And the youth, mistooke by me,

1137Pleading for a Louers fee.

1138Shall we their fond Pageant see?

1139Lord, what fooles these mortals be!

1140Ob. Stand aside: the noyse they make,

1141Will cause Demetrius to awake.

1142Puck. Then will two at once wooe one,

1143That must needs be sport alone:

1144And those things doe best please me,

1145That befall preposterously.

1147Lys. Why should you think y^t I should wooe in scorn?

1148Scorne and derision neuer comes in teares:

1149Looke when I vow I weepe; and vowes so borne,

1150In their natiuity all truth appeares.

1151How can these things in me, seeme scorne to you?

1152Bearing the badge of faith to proue them true.

1153Hel. You doe aduance your cunning more & more,

1154When truth kils truth, O diuelish holy fray!

1155These vowes are Hermias. Will you giue her ore?

1156Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh.

1157Your vowes to her, and me, (put in two scales)

1158Will euen weigh, and both as light as tales.

1159Lys. I had no iudgement, when to her I swore.

1160Hel. Nor none in my minde, now you giue her ore.

1161Lys. Demetrius loues her, and he loues not you. Awa.

1162Dem. O Helen, goddesse, nimph, perfect, diuine,

1163To what my, loue, shall I compare thine eyne!

1164Christall is muddy, O how ripe in show,

1165Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!

1166That pure congealed white, high Tauruss now,

1167Fan'd with the Easterne winde, turnes to a crow,

1168When thou holdst vp thy hand. O let me kisse

1169This Princesse of pure white, this seale of blisse.

1170Hell. O spight! O hell! I see you are all bent

1171To set against me, for your merriment:

1172If you were ciuill, and knew curtesie,

1173You would not doe me thus much iniury.

1174Can you not hate me, as I know you doe,

1175But you must ioyne in soules to mocke me to?

1176If you are men, as men you are in show,

1177You would not vse a gentle Lady so;

1178To vow, and sweare, and superpraise my parts,

1179When I am sure you hate me with your hearts.

1180You both are Riuals, and loue Hermia;

1181And now both Riuals to mocke Helena.

1182A trim exploit, a manly enterprize,

1183To coniure teares vp in a poore maids eyes,

1184With your derision; none of noble sort,

1185Would so offend a Virgin, and extort

1186A poore soules patience, all to make you sport.

1187Lysa. You are vnkind Demetrius; be not so,

1188For you loue Hermia; this you know I know;

1189And here with all good will, with all my heart,

1190In Hermias loue I yeeld you vp my part;

1191And yours of Helena, to me bequeath,

1192Whom I do loue, and will do to my death.

1193Hel. Neuer did mockers wast more idle breth.

1194Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia, I will none:

1195If ere I lou'd her, all that loue is gone.

1196My heart to her, but as guest-wise soiourn'd,

1197And now to Helen it is home return'd,

1198There to remaine.

1199Lys. It is not so.

1200De. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,

1201Lest to thy perill thou abide it deare.

1202Looke where thy Loue comes, yonder is thy deare.

1204Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,

1205The eare more quicke of apprehension makes,

1206Wherein it doth impaire the seeing sense,

1207It paies the hearing double recompence.

1208Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander found,

1209Mine eare (I thanke it) brought me to that sound.

1210But why vnkindly didst thou leaue me so?

1211Lysan. Why should hee stay whom Loue doth presse (to go?

1212Her. What loue could presse Lysander from my side?

1213Lys. Lysanders loue (that would not let him bide)

1214Faire Helena; who more engilds the night,

1215Then all yon fierie oes, and eies of light.

1216Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know,

1217The hate I bare thee, made me leaue thee so?

1218Her. You speake not as you thinke; it cannot be.

1219Hel. Loe, she is one of this confederacy,

1220Now I perceiue they haue conioyn'd all three,

1221To fashion this false sport in spight of me.

1222Iniurous Hermia, most vngratefull maid,

1223Haue you conspir'd, haue you with these contriu'd

1224To baite me, with this foule derision?

1225Is all the counsell that we two haue shar'd,

1226The sisters vowes, the houres that we haue spent,

1227When wee haue chid the hasty footed time,

1228For parting vs; O, is all forgot?

1229All schooledaies friendship, child-hood innocence?

1230We Hermia, like two Artificiall gods,

1231Haue with our needles, created both one flower,

1232Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,

1233Both warbling of one song, both in one key;

1234As if our hands, our sides, voices, and mindes

1235Had beene incorporate. So we grew together,

1236Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,

1237But yet a vnion in partition,