A Midsommer nightes dreame.
717693Her. With halfe that wi
sh, the wi
shers eyes be pre
st.
719695Puck. Through the forre
st haue I gone:
720696But
Athenian found I none,
721697On who
se eyes I might approue
722698This
flowers force in
stirring loue.
723699Night and
silence. Who is heere?
724700Weedes of
Athens he doth weare:
725701This is hee (my ma
ster
saide)
726702De
spi
sed the
Athenian maide:
727703And here the maiden,
sleeping
sound,
728704On the danke and dirty ground.
729705Pretty
sowle,
she dur
st not lye,
730706Neere this lack-loue, this kil-curte
sie
731707Churle, vpon thy eyes I throwe
732708All the power this charme doth owe:
733709When thou wak'
st, let loue forbidde
734710Sleepe, his
seat, on thy eye lidde.
735711So awake, when I am gon:
736712For I mu
st now to
Oberon.
Exit. 737713Enter Demetrius and Helena running. 738714Hel. Stay; though thou kill mee,
sweete
Demetrius.
739715De. I charge thee hence, and doe not haunt mee thus.
740716Hele. O, wilt thou darkling leaue me? doe not
so.
741717De. Stay, on thy perill: I alone will goe.
743718Hel. O, I am out of breath, in this fond cha
se,
744719The more my prayer, the le
sser is my grace.
745720Happie is
Hermia, where
soere
she lies:
746721For
she hath ble
ssed, and attra
ctiue eyes.
747722How came her eyes
so bright? Not with
salt teares.
748723If
so, my eyes are oftner wa
sht then hers.
749724No, no: I am as vgly as a Beare:
750725For bea
stes that meete mee, runne away, for feare.
751726Therefore, no maruaile, though
Demetrius 752727Doe, as a mon
ster,
fly my pre
sence, thus.
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