788763O, that a Ladie, of one man refus'd,

789764Should, of another, therefore be abus'd! Exit.

790765Lys. She sees not Hermia. Hermia, sleepe thou there,

791766And neuer maist thou come Lysander neere.

792767For, as a surfet of the sweetest things

793768The deepest loathing, to the stomacke bringes:

794769Or, as the heresies, that men doe leaue,

795770Are hated most of those they did deceiue:

796771So thou, my surfet, and my heresie,

797772Of all bee hated; but the most, of mee:

798773And all my powers addresse your loue and might,

799774To honour Helen, and to be her knight. Exit.

800775Her. Helpe mee Lysander, helpe mee: do thy best

801776To pluck this crawling serpent, from my brest.

802777Ay mee, for pittie. What a dreame was here?

803778Lysander looke, how I doe quake with feare.

804779Me thoughr, a serpent eate my heart away,

805780And you sate smiling at his cruell pray.

806781Lysander what, remou'd? Lysander, Lord,

807782What, out of hearing, gon? No sound, no word?

808783Alacke where are you? Speake, and if you heare:

809784Speake, of all loues. I swoune almost with feare.

810785No, then I well perceiue, you are not ny:

811786Either death, or you, Ile finde immediately. Exit.

814788Bott. Are wee all met?

815789Quin. Pat, pat: and heres a maruailes conuenient place,

816790for our rehearsall. This greene plot shall be our stage, this

817791hauthorne brake our tyring house, and wee will doe it in

818792action, as wee will doe it before the Duke.

819793Bott. Peeter Quince?

820794Quin. What saiest thou, bully, Bottom?

821795Bot. There are things in this Comedy, of Pyramus and

822796Thisby, that will neuer please. First, Pyramus must draw

823797a sworde, to kill himselfe; which the Ladies cannot abide.