11611112Lys. Demetrius loues her: and he loues not you.

11621113Deme. O Helen, goddesse, nymph, perfect diuine,

11631114To what, my loue, shall I compare thine eyne!

11641115Christall is muddy. O, how ripe, in showe,

11651116Thy lippes, those kissing cherries, tempting growe!

11661117That pure coniealed white, high Taurus snow,

11671118Fand with the Easterne winde, turnes to a crowe,

11681119When thou holdst vp thy hand. O, let me kisse

11691120This Princesse of pure white, this seale of blisse.

11701121Hel. O spight! O hell! I see, you all are bent

11711122To set against mee, for your merriment.

11721123If you were ciuill, and knew curtesie,

11731124You would not doe mee thus much iniury.

11741125Can you not hate mee, as I know you doe,

11751126But you must ioyne, in soules, to mocke mee to?

11761127If you were men, as men you are in showe,

11771128You would not vse a gentle Lady so;

11781129To vowe, and sweare, and superpraise 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 enterprise,

11831134To coniure teares vp, in a poore maides eyes,

11841135With your derision None, of noble sort,

11851136Would so offend 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 waste more idle breath.

11941145Deme. Lysander, keepe thy Hermia: I will none.

11951146If ere I lou'd her, all that loue is gone.