A Midsommer nightes dreame.
11611112Lys. Demetrius loues her: and he loues not you.
11621113Deme. O
Helen, godde
sse, nymph, perfe
ct diuine,
11631114To what, my loue,
shall I compare thine eyne!
11641115Chri
stall is muddy. O, how ripe, in
showe,
11651116Thy lippes, tho
se ki
ssing cherries, tempting growe!
11661117That pure coniealed white, high
Taurus snow,
11671118Fand with the Ea
sterne winde, turnes to a crowe,
11681119When thou hold
st vp thy hand. O, let me ki
sse
11691120This Prince
sse of pure white, this
seale of bli
sse.
11701121Hel. O
spight! O hell! I
see, you all are bent
11711122To
set again
st mee, for your merriment.
11721123If you were ciuill, and knew curte
sie,
11731124You would not doe mee thus much iniury.
11741125Can you not hate mee, as I know you doe,
11751126But you mu
st ioyne, in
soules, to mocke mee to?
11761127If you were men, as men you are in
showe,
11771128You would not v
se a gentle Lady
so;
11781129To vowe, and
sweare, and
superprai
se my parts,
11791130When I am
sure, you hate mee with your hearts.
11801131You both are Riuals, and loue
Hermia: 11811132And now both Riualles, to mock
Helena.
11821133A trim exploit, a manly enterpri
se,
11831134To coniure teares vp, in a poore maides eyes,
11841135With your deri
sion None, of noble
sort,
11851136Would
so o
ffend a virgine, and extort
11861137A poore
soules patience, all to make you
sport.
11871138Lysand. You are vnkinde,
Demetrius: be not
so.
11881139For you loue
Hermia: this you know I know.
11891140And heare, with all good will, with all my heart,
11901141In
Hermias loue I yeelde you vp my part:
11911142And yours of
Helena, to mee bequeath:
11921143Whom I doe loue, and will do till my death.
11931144Hel. Neuer did mockers wa
ste more idle breath.
11941145Deme. Lysander, keepe thy
Hermia: I will none.
11951146If ere I lou'd her, all that loue is gone.
My