A Midsommer nightes dreame.
13011252Lys. What?
should I hurt her,
strike her, kill her dead?
13021253Although I hate her, Ile not harme her
so.
13031254Her. What? Can you do me greater harme, then hate?
13041255Hate mee, wherefore? O me, what newes, my loue?
13051256Am not I
Hermia? Are not you
Lysander?
13061257I am as faire now, as I was ere while.
13071258Since night, you lou'd mee; yet
since night, you left mee.
13081259Why then, you left mee (? the gods forbid)
13111262And neuer did de
sire to
see thee more.
13121263Thefore be out of hope, of que
stion, of doubt:
13131264Be certaine: nothing truer: tis no iea
st,
13141265That I doe hate thee, and loue
Helena.
13151266Her. O mee, you iuggler, you canker blo
ssome,
13161267You theefe of loue: what, haue you come by night,
13171268And
stolne my loues heart, from him?
13191270Haue you no mode
sty, no maiden
shame,
13201271No touch of ba
shfulne
sse? What, will you teare
13211272Impatient an
sweres, from my gentle tongue?
13221273Fy, fy, you counterfait, you puppet, you.
13231274Her. Puppet? Why
so? I, that way goes the game.
13241275Now I perceiue that
she hath made compare,
13251276Betweene our
statures,
she hath vrg'd her height,
13261277And with her per
sonage, her tall per
sonage,
13271278Her height (for
sooth)
she hath preuaild with him.
13281279And are you growne
so high in his e
steeme,
13291280Becau
se I am
so dwar
fish and
so lowe?
13301281How lowe am I, thou painted May-pole? Speake:
13311282How lowe am I? I am not yet
so lowe,
13321283But that my nailes can reach vnto thine eyes.
13331284Hel. I pray you, though you mocke me, gentleman,
13341285Let her not hurt me. I was neuer cur
st:
13351286I haue no gift at all in
shrewi
shne
sse:
I