A Midsommer nightes dreame.
13361287I am a right maid, for my cowardize:
13371288Let her not
strike mee. You perhaps, may thinke,
13381289Becau
se
she is
something lower then my
selfe,
13411292Hel. Good
Hermia, do not be
so bitter with mee,
13431294Did euer keepe your coun
sels, neuer wrongd you;
13441295Saue that in loue, vnto
Demetrius,
13451296I tould him of your
stealth vnto this wood.
13461297He followed you: for loue, I followed him.
13471298But he hath chid me hence, and threatned mee
13481299To
strike mee,
spurne mee; nay to kill mee to.
13491300And now,
so you will let me quiet goe,
13501301To
Athens will I beare my folly backe,
13511302And follow you no further. Let me goe.
13521303You
see how
simple, and how fond I am.
13531304Herm. Why? get you gon. Who i
st that hinders you?
13541305Hel. A fooli
sh heart, that I leaue here behind.
13571308Lys. Be not afraid:
she
shall not harme thee
Helena.
13581309Deme. No
sir:
she
shall not, though you take her part.
13591310Hel. O, when
she is angry,
she is keene and
shrewd.
13601311She was a vixen, when
she went to
schoole:
13611312And though
she be but little,
she is
fierce.
13621313Her. Little againe? Nothing hut low and little?
13631314Why will you
su
ffer her to
floute me thus?
13661317You
minimus, of hindring knot gra
sse, made;
13691320In her behalfe, that
scornes your
seruices.
13701321Let her alone:
speake not of
Helena,
Take