A Midsommer nightes dreame.
11341085Puck. Captaine of our Fairy band,
11381089Shall wee their fond pageant
see?
11391090Lord, what fooles the
se mortals bee!
11401091Ob. Stand a
side. The noy
se, they make,
11421093Pu. Then will two, at once, wooe one:
11431094That mu
st needes be
sport alone.
11441095And tho
se things do be
st plea
se mee,
11471098Lys. Why
should you think, that I
should wooe in
scorne?
11481099Scorne, and deri
sion, neuer come in teares.
11491100Looke when I vow, I weepe: and vowes
so borne,
11501101In their natiuitie all truth appeares.
11511102How can the
se things, in mee,
seeme
scorne to you?
11521103Bearing the badge of faith to prooue them true.
11531104Hel. You doe aduance your cunning, more, and more.
11541105When trueth killes truth, ? diueli
sh holy fray!
11551106The
se vowes are
Hermias. Will you giue her ore?
11561107Weigh oath, with oath, and you will nothing waigh.
11571108Your vowes to her, and mee (put in two
scales)
11581109Will euen weigh; and both as light as tales.
11591110Lys. I had no iudgement, when to her I
swore.
11601111Hel. Nor none, in my minde, now you giue her ore.
Lys.