682658Pard, or Boare with bristled haire,

683659In thy eye that shall appeare,

684660When thou wak'st, it is thy deare:

685661Wake, when some vile thing is neere.

687663Lys. Faire loue, you fainte, with wandring in the wood:

688664And to speake troth I haue forgot our way.

689665Weele rest vs Hermia, if you thinke it good,

690666And tarry for the comfor of the day.

691667Her. Bet it so Lysander: finde you out a bedde:

692668For I, vpon this banke, will rest my head.

693669Lys. One turfe shall serue, as pillow, for vs both,

694670One heart, one bedde, two bosomes, and one troth.

695671Her. Nay god Lysander: for my sake, my deere

696672Ly further off, yet; doe not lye so neere.

697673Lys. O take the sense, sweete, of my innocence.

698674Loue takes the meaning, in loues conference,

699675I meane that my heart vnto yours it knit;

700676So that but one heart wee can make of it:

701677Two bosomes interchained with an oath:

702678So then two bosomes, and a single troth.

703679Then, by your side, no bed-roome me deny:

704680For lying so, Hermia, I doe not lye.

705681Her. Lysander riddles very prettily.

706682Now much beshrewe my manners, and my pride,

707683If Hermia meant to say, Lysander lyed.

708684But gentle friend, for loue and curtesie,

709685Ly further off, in humane modesty:

710686Such separation, as may well be said

711687Becomes a vertuous batcheler, and a maide,

712688So farre be distant, and good night sweete friend:

713689Thy loue nere alter till thy sweete life end.

714690Lys. Amen, amen, to that faire prayer, say I,

715691And then end life, when I end loyalty.

716692Heere is my bed: sleepe giue thee all his rest.