A Midsommer nightes dreame.
12661217Winke each at other, holde the
sweeete iea
st vp.
12671218This
sport well carried,
shall bee chronicled.
12681219If you haue any pitty, grace, or manners,
12691220You would not make mee
such an argument.
12701221But fare ye well: tis partly my owne fault:
12711222Which death, or ab
sence
soone
shall remedy.
12721223Lys. Stay, gentle
Helena: heare my excu
se,
12731224My loue, my life, my
soule, faire
Helena.
12751226Herm. Sweete, doe not
scorne her
so.
12761227Dem. If
she cannot entreat, I can compell.
12771228Lys. Thou can
st compell no more, then
she intreat.
12781229Thy threats haue no more
strength then her weake prai
se.
12791230Helen, I loue thee, by my life I doe:
12801231I
sweare by that which I will loo
se for thee;
12811232To prooue him fal
se, that
saies I loue thee not.
12821233Dem. I
say, I loue thee more then he can do.
12831234Lys. If thou
say
so, withdrawe, and prooue it to.
12851236Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
12881239Seeme to breake loo
se: take on as you would follow;
12891240But yet come not. You are a tame man, go.
12901241Lys. Hang of thou cat, thou bur: vile thing let loo
se;
12911242Or I will
shake thee from mee, like a
serpent.
12921243Her. Why are you growne
so rude? What change is this,
12941245Lys. Thy loue? Out tawny
Tartar, out:
12951246Out loathed medcine: ? hated potion hence.
12981249Lys. Demetrius, I will keepe my word, with thee.
12991250Dem. I would I had your bond. For I perceiue,
13001251A weake bond holds you. Ile not tru
st your word.
Lys.