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[Enter OBERON]
OBERON
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I wond|er if | Titan|ia be | awaked;
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Then what | it was | that next | came^in | her
eye,
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Which she | must dote | on, in | extre|mity.
[Enter PUCK]
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Here comes | my mes|senger:| how* now | mad* spirit,
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What night-|rule^now | about | this haunt|ed
grove?
PUCK
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My mist|ress with | a monst|er is | in love,
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Near to | her close | and cons|ecrat|ed bower,
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While she | was in | her dull | and sleep|ing hour,
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A crew | of patch|es, rude | mechan|icals,
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That work | for bread | upon | Athen|ian stalls,
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Were met | togeth|er to | rehearse | a play,
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intend|ed for / great Thes|eus' nup|tial-day:
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The shal|lowest / thick-skin | of that bar|ren sort,
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Who Pyr|amus | present|ed, in | their sport,
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Forsook | his scene,| and ent|ered in | a brake,
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When I | did him | at this | advant|age take,
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An ass|'s nole | I fix|ed on | his head.
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Anon | his This|be must | be ans|wered,
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And forth | my mim|ic comes:| When they | him spy,
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As wild | geese that | the cree|ping fow|ler eye,
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Or rus|set-pat|ed choughs,| many | in sort
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(Rising | and caw|ing at | the gun's | report)
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Sever | themselves,| and mad|ly sweep | the sky:
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So at | his light,| away | his fel|lows fly,
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And at | our stamp,| here^ore | and ore one falls;
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He murd|er cries,| and help | from Ath|ens calls.
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Their sense | thus weak,| lost with | their fears
| thus strong,
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Made sense|less things | begin | to do | them
wrong.
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For bri|ers and thorns | at their | appar|el snatch,
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Some sleeves,| some hats,| from yield|ers all
| things^catch,
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I led | them on | in this | distract|ed fear,
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And left | sweet Pyr|amus | translat|ed there:
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When in | that mom|ent (so |it came | to pass)
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Titan|ia waked,| and straight|way loved | an ass.
OBERON
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This falls | out bet|ter than | I could |
devise:
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But hast | thou yet | latched the | Athe|nian's
eyes,
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With the / love-juice,| as I | did bid | thee do?
PUCK
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I took | him sleep|ing (that | is fin|ished too)
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And the | Athen|ian wom|an by | his side,
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That when | he waked,| of force | she must | be eyed.
[Enter HERMIA and DEMETRIUS]
OBERON
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Stand close, this | is the same | Athen|ian.
PUCK
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This is | the wom|an, but / not this | the man.
DEMETRIUS
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O why | rebuke | you him | that loves | you so?
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Lay* breath | so bit|ter on | your bit|ter foe.
HERMIA
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Now I | but chide,| but I | should use | thee worse,
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For thou |(I fear)| hast given | me cause | to
curse,
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If thou | hast slain | Lysand|er in | his sleep,
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Being | oreshoes | in blood,| plunge in | the
deep,|| and kill me too: \\
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The sun | was not | so true | unto | the day,
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As he | to me.| Would he | have stolen | away,
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From sleep|ing Herm|ia? I'll | believe | as soon
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This whole | earth may*| be bored,| and that |
the moon ??
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May through | the cent|er creep,| and so | displease
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Her broth|er's noon|tide, with the | Antip|odes.
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It can|not be | but thou | hast murd|ered
him,
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So should | a murd|erer look,| so dead,| so grim.
DEMETRIUS
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So should | the murd|erer look,| and so | should
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Pierced through | the heart | with your / stern cru|elty:
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Yet you | the murd|erer looks | as bright | as clear,
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As yond|er Ven|us in | her glim|mering sphere.
HERMIA
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What's this | to my | Lysand|er? Where | is he?
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Ah good | Demet|rius, wilt | thou give | him me?
DEMETRIUS
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I had rath|er give | his car|cass to | my hounds.
HERMIA
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Out dog,| out cur,| thou drivst | me past | the bounds
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Of maid|en's pa|tience. Hast | thou slain | him then?
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Henceforth | be nev|er num|bered a/mong men.
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Oh, once tell | true, even for | my sake,
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Durst thou | have looked | upon | him, being |
awake?
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And hast | thou killed | him sleep|ing? O*/ brave touch:
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Could not | a worm,| an ad|der do | so much?
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An ad|der did | it: for | with doub|ler tongue
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Than thine |(thou ser|pent) nev|er ad|der stung.
DEMETRIUS
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You spend | your pas|sion on | a misprised mood,
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I am | not guil|ty of | Lysand|er's blood:
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Nor is | he dead | for aught |that I | can tell.
HERMIA
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I pray | thee tell | me then | that he | is well.
DEMETRIUS
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And if | I could,| what should | I get |
therefore?
HERMIA
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A priv|ilege,| never | to see | me more;
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And from | thy hat|ed pres|ence part | I:
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See me no | more wheth/er he | be dead | or no.
[Exit]
DEMETRIUS
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There is no | follow|ing her | in this / fierce
vein,
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Here there/fore for | a while | I will | remain.
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So sor|row's heav|iness | doth heav|ier grow:
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For debt | that bank|rupt* sleep | doth sor|row owe,
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Which now | in some slight meas|ure it | will pay,
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If for | his tend|er here | I make | some stay.
[Lies down and sleeps]
OBERON
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What hast | thou done?| Thou hast | mistak|en
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And laid | the love-juice on | some true | love's^sight:
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Of thy | mispris|ion, must | perforce | ensue
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Some true | love^turned,| and not | a false | turned^true.
PUCK
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Then fate | ore-rules,| that one | man hold|ing
troth,
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A mil|lion fail,| confound|ing oath | on oath.
OBERON
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About | the wood,| go swift|er than | the wind,
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And Hel|ena | of Ath|ens look | thou find.
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All fan|cy-sick | she is,| and pale | of cheer,
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With sighs | of love,| that costs | the fresh
blood dear,
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By some | illu|sion see | thou bring | her here,
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I'll charm | his eyes | against | she do | appear.
PUCK
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I go,| I go,| look how | I go,
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Swifter than | arrow | from the Tar|tar's bow.
[Exit]
OBERON
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Flower | of this | purple | dye,
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Hit with | Cupid's | arche|ry,
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Sink in | apple | of his | eye.
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When his | love he | doth e|spy,
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Let her | shine as | glorious|ly
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As the | Venus | of the | sky.
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When thou | wakst if | she be | by,
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Beg of | her for | reme|dy.
[Enter PUCK]
PUCK
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Captain | of our | fairy | band,
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Hele|na is | here at | hand,
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And the | youth, mis|took by | me,
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Pleading | for a | lover's | fee.
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Shall we | their fond*| pageant | see?
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Lord, what | fools these | mortals | be!
OBERON
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Stand a|side: the | noise they | make,
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Will || cause De|metri|us to | awake.
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Then will | two at | once woo one,
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That must | needs be | sport a|lone:
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And those | things do | best please me,
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That be|fall pre|poster|ously.
[Enter LYSANDER and HELENA]
LYSANDER
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Why should | you think | that I | should woo | in
scorn?
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Scorn and | deri|sion nev|er come | in tears:
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Look when | I vow | I weep;| and vows | so born,
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In their | nativ|ity | all truth | appears.
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How can | these things | in me,| seem scorn | to you?
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Bearing | the badge | of faith | to prove | them
true.
HELENA
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You do | advance | your cun|ning more | and more,
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When truth kills truth, O devilish holy fray!
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These vows | are Herm|ia's. will | you give | her ore?
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Weigh^oath | with oath,| and you | will noth|ing weigh.
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Your vows | to her,| and me |(put^in | two*
scales)
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Will ev|en weigh,| and both | as light | as
tales.
LYSANDER
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I had | no judg|ment, when | to her | I swore.
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Nor none | in my mind, now | you give | her ore.
LYSANDER
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Demet|rius / loves her,| and he loves | not you.
DEMETRIUS [Awaking]
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O Hel|ena, god|dess, nymph,| perfect,| divine,
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To what | my love,| shall I | compare |
thine^eyne!
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Crystal | is mud|dy, O | how ripe | in show,
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Thy lips,| those kiss|ing cher|ries, tempt|ing grow!
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That pure | congealed | white, high Taur|us snow,
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Fanned with | the east|ern wind,| turns to | a
crow,
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When thou | holdst^up | thy hand.| O* let | me
kiss
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This prin|cess of / pure white,| this seal | of bliss.
HELENA
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O spite!| O hell!| I see | you all | are bent
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To set | against | me, for | your mer|riment:
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If you | were civ|il, and | knew court|esy,
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You would | not do | me thus | much in|jury.
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Can you | not hate | me, as | I know | you do,
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But you | must join | in souls | to mock | me too?
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If you | are men,| as men | you are | in show,
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You would | not use | a gent|le la|dy so;
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To vow,| and swear,| and sup|erpraise | my parts,
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When I | am sure | you hate | me with | your hearts.
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You both | are riv|als, and / love Herm|ia;
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And now | both riv|als to / mock Hel|ena.
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A trim | exploit,| a man|ly ent|erprise,
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To con|jure tears | up in a // poor maid's eyes,
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With your | deri|sion; none | of nob|le sort,
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Would so | offend | a vir|gin, and | extort
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A poor soul's pa|tience, all | to make | you sport.
LYSANDER
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You are | unkind | Demet|rius; be | not so,
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For you | love^Herm|ia; this | you know | I know;
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And here | with all | good^will,| with all | my heart,
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In Herm|ia's love | I yield | you up | my part;
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And yours | of Hel|ena | to me | bequeath,
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Whom I | do love | and will do till | my death.
HELENA
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Never | did mock|ers waste | more id|le breath.
DEMETRIUS
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Lysand|er, keep | thy Herm|ia, I | will none:
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If ere | I loved | her, all | that love | is gone.
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My heart | to her | but as / guest-wise | sojourned,
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And now | to Hel|en is | it home | returned,
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There to | remain.
LYSANDER
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It is | not | so.
DEMETRIUS
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Dispar|age not | the faith | thou dost | not know,
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Lest^to | thy per|il thou | abide | it dear.
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Look^where | thy love | comes, yon/der is | thy
dear.
[Enter HERMIA]
HERMIA
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Dark night, that | from the eye | his func|tion
takes,
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The ear | more quick | of ap|prehen|sion makes,
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Wherein | it doth | impair | the see|ing sense,
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It pays | the hear|ing doub|le rec|ompense.
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Thou art | not* by | mine^eye,| Lysand|er found,
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Mine^ear |(I thank | it) brought | me to | thy
sound.
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But why | unkind|ly didst | thou leave | me so?
LYSANDER
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Why should | he stay | whom love | doth press | to go?
HERMIA
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What love | could press | Lysand|er from | my side?
LYSANDER
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Lysand|er's love |(that would | not let | him
bide)
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Fair* Hel|ena,| who more | engilds | the night,
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Than all | you fie|ry oes,| and eyes | of light.
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Why seekst | thou me?| Could not | this make | thee know,
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The hate | I bear | thee, made | me leave | thee so?
HERMIA
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You speak | not as | you think;| it can|not be.
HELENA
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Lo, she | is one | of this | confed|eracy,
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Now I | perceive | they have | conjoined | all* three,
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To fash|ion this / false sport | in spite | of me.
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Injur|ious Herm|ia, most | ungrate|ful maid,
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Have you | conspired,| have you | with these |
contrived
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To bait | me, with | this foul | deri|sion?
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Is all | the couns|el that | we two | have shared,
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The sis|ters' vows,| the hours | that we | have spent,
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When we | have chid | the has|ty-foot|ed time,
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For part|ing us;| O, is | all for|got?
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All || school-days' friend|ship, child|hood
in|nocence?
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We Herm|ia, like | two art|ifi|cial gods,
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Have with | our need|les creat|ed both | one flower,
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Both on | one samp|ler, sit|ting on one | cushion,
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Both^warb|ling of / one song,| both in one key;
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As if | our hands,| our sides,| voices,| and
minds
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Had been in|corporate.| So we | grow to|gether,
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Like to a | double | cherry,| seeming | parted,
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But yet | a un|ion in | parti|tion;
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Two love|ly ber|ries mol|ded on / one stem;
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So with / two seem|ing bod|ies, but / one heart;
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Two of | the first | like coats | in her|aldry,
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Due but | to one | and crown|ed with / one crest.
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And will you | rent our | ancient | love a|sunder,
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To join | with men | in scorn|ing your / poor
friend?
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It is / not friend|ly, 'tis / not maid|enly.
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Our sex | as well | as I,| may chide | you for it,
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Though I | alone | do feel | the in|jury.
HERMIA
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I am | amaz|ed at | your pas|sionate words,
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I scorn | you not;| it seems | that you |
scorn^me.
HELENA
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Have you | not set | Lysand|er, as | in scorn
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To fol|low me,| and praise | my eyes | and face?
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And made | your oth|er love,| Demet|rius
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(Who ev|en but now | did spurn | me with | his foot)
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To call | me god|dess, nymph,| divine,| and rare,
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Precious,| celes|tial? Where|fore speaks | he
this
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To her | he hates?| and where|fore doth | Lysand||er
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Deny | your love |(so rich | within | his soul)
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And tend|er me |(forsooth)| affec|tion,
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But by | your set|ting on,| by your | consent?
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What thought | I be | not so | in grace | as you,
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So hung | upon | with love,| so for|tunate?
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(But mis|era|ble most,| to love | unloved)
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This^you | should pi|ty, rath|er than | despise.
HERMIA
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I und|erstand | not what | you mean | by this.
HELENA
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Aye, do, persev|er, count|erfeit / sad looks,
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Make mouths upon | me when | I turn | my back;
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Wink each at oth|er, hold | the sweet jest up:
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This sport | well car/ried, shall | be chron|icled.
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If you have | any | pity,| grace, or | manners,
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You would / not make | me such | an arg|ument:
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But fare | ye well,| 'tis part|ly my / own fault,
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Which death | or ab|sence soon | shall rem|edy.
LYSANDER
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Stay gentle Hel|ena,| hear my | excuse,
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My love,| my life,| my soul,| fair Hel/ena*.
HELENA
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O^ex|cellent!
HERMIA
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Sweet, do | not scorn | her so.
DEMETRIUS
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If she | cannot | entreat,| I can | compel.
LYSANDER
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Thou canst | compel,| no more | than she |
entreat.
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Thy threats | have no | more* strength | than her
/ weak praise.
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Helen,| I love | thee, by | my life | I do;
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I swear | by that | which^I | will lose | for thee,
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To prove | him false,| that says | I love | thee not.
DEMETRIUS
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I say,| I love | thee more | than he | can do.
LYSANDER
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If thou | say* so,| withdraw | and prove | it too.
DEMETRIUS
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Quick,^come.
HERMIA
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Lysand|er, where|to tends | all^this?
LYSANDER
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Away,| you Eth|iope.
DEMETRIUS
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No, no, sir,|| seem to break loose;
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Take^on | as you would | follow,
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But yet | come not: you | are a tame | man, go.
LYSANDER
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Hang^off | thou cat,| thou burr:| vile thing | let^loose,
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Or I will | shake thee | from me | like a | serpent.
HERMIA
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Why are | you grown | so rude?
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What change | is this sweet love? (tri with
prev)
LYSANDER
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Thy love? Out | tawny | Tartar,| out;
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Out loathed medicine; O hated poison hence. ????
HERMIA
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Do you | not jest?
HELENA
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Yes^sooth;| and so | do you.
LYSANDER
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Demet|rius: I | will keep | my word | with thee.
DEMETRIUS
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I would | I had | your bond:| for I | perceive
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A weak bond holds | you; I'll | not trust | your word.
LYSANDER
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What, should | I hurt | her, strike | her, kill | her dead?
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Although | I hate | her, I'll | not harm | her so.
HERMIA
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What, can | you do | me great|er harm | than
hate?
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Hate me,| wherefore?| O me,| what news | my love?
, , 2 ,
, ,
->
Am not | I Herm|ia? Are | not you | Lysand||er?
, , ,
2 , ,
I | am as / fair now,| as I was | erewhile.
, ,
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Since^night | you loved | me; yet | since^night | you left
|| me.
, 2 ,
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,
Why | then you left | me (O | the gods | forbid)
, , ,
In earn|est, shall | I say?
LYSANDER
, ,
Aye, by | my life;
, ,
, , ,
And nev|er did | desire | to see | thee more.
, , 2
, , ,
Therefore | be out of | hope, of | question,| of doubt;
, , , ,
,
Be cert|ain, noth|ing tru|er: 'tis | no jest,
, ,
, , ,
That I | do hate | thee, and | love Hel/ena.
HERMIA
,
, , , ,
O me,| you jug|gler, you | canker-|blossom,
, , ,
, ,
You thief | of love:| what, have | you come | by night,
x ,
,
And stolen | my love's | heart from | him?
HELENA
, ,
Fine | in faith:
,
, , ,
,
Have you | no mod|esty,| no maid|en shame,
, ,
, ,
,
No touch | of bash|fulness?| What, will | you tear
,
, , ,
,
Impa|tient ans|wers from | my gent|le tongue?
T T
T , 2 ,
,
Fie, fie, you | counterfeit,| you pup|pet, you.
HERMIA
, ,
, , ,
Puppet?| Why so?| Aye*, that | way goes | the game.
, ,
, ,
,
Now I | perceive | that she | hath made | compare
, , ,
, ,
Between | our stat|ures, she | hath urged | her height,
,
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, 2
And with | her pers|onage, | her tall | personage,
,
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,
Her | height (for|sooth) she hath | prevailed | with him.
, , ,
, ,
And are | you grown | so high | in his | esteem,
, ,
, ,
,
Because | I am | so dwarf|ish, and | so low?
, ,
x T T T
How low | am I,| thou painted | maypole? Speak,
, ,
, ,
,
How low | am I?| I am | not yet | so low,
, ,
, ,
,
But that | my nails | can reach | unto | thine^eyes.
HELENA
, , ,
, ,
I pray | you though | you mock | me, gent|lemen,
,
, ,
, ,
Let her | not^hurt | me; I | was nev|er cursed:
, ,
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,
I have | no gift | at all | in shrew|ishness;
, ,
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,
I am | a right | maid for | my cow|ardice;
,
, , ,
,
Let her | not* strike | me: you | perhaps | may think,
, ,
, ,
2 ,
Because | she is | something | lower | than
myself,
,
,
That I | can match | her.
HERMIA
,
, ,
Low|er? Hark | again.
HELENA
, 2 ,
, , 2 ,
Good Herm|ia, do | not be | so bit|ter with me.
, ,
, , ,
I ev|ermore | did love | you Herm|ia,
x ,
, ,
,
Did ever | keep your | counsels,| never | wronged you,
, , ,
, ,
Save that | in love | unto | Demet|rius,
, ,
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,
I told | him of | your stealth | unto | this wood.
, ,
, ,
,
He fol|lowed you,| for love | I fol|lowed him,
, ,
, ,
,
But he | hath chid | me hence,| and threat|ened me
, ,
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,
To strike | me, spurn | me, nay | to kill | me
too:
, ,
, ,
,
And now,| so you | will let | me qui|et go,
, , ,
, ,
To Ath|ens will | I bear | my fol|ly back,
, , , ,
,
And fol|low you | no furth|er. Let | me go.
, ,
, , ,
You see | how simp|le, and | how fond | I am.
HERMIA
, ,
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,
Why get | you gone:| who is | it that hind|ers
you?
HELENA
, ,
, , ,
A fool|ish heart,| that I | leave here | behind.
HERMIA
,
,
What, with | Lysand|er?
HELENA
,
, ,
With | Demet|rius.
LYSANDER
, 2 ,
, ,
, 2
Be not a|fraid, she | shall not | harm thee | Helena.
DEMETRIUS
,
, ,
, ,
No sir,| she shall | not, though | you take | her
part.
HELENA
, ,
, ,
,
O when | she's ang|ry, she | is keen | and
shrewd,
, ,
, ,
,
She was | a vix|en when | she went | to school,
, ,
, , ,
And though | she be | but lit|tle, she | is fierce.
HERMIA
, ,
, ,
x
Little | again?| Nothing | but low | and little?
, , ,
, ,
Why will | you suf|fer her | to flout | me thus?
, ,
2
Let me | come to her.
LYSANDER
, , ,
Get you | gone you | dwarf,
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, 2 T T
T
You || mini|mus, of | hindering | knot-grass made,
, ,
,
You bead,| you a|corn.
DEMETRIUS
2 ,
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You are
| too of|ficious,
, ,
, , ,
In her | behalf | that scorns | your serv|ices.
, 2 T T
T , ,
Let her a|lone, speak not | of Hel|ena,
, ,
, , ,
Take^not | her part.| For if | thou dost | intend
, ,
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Never | so lit|tle show | of love | to her,
, ,
Thou shalt | abide | it.
LYSANDER
,
, ,
Now | she holds | me not,
, ,
, , ,
Now fol|low if | thou darst,| to try | whose right,
, ,
, , ,
Of thine | or mine | is most | in Hel|ena.
DEMETRIUS
,
, ,
, ,
Follow?| Nay, I'll | go with | thee cheek | by jowl.
[Exeunt LYSANDER and DEMETRIUS]
HERMIA
, ,
, ,
,
You mist|ress, all | this coil | is long | of
you.
,
,
Nay, go | not back.
HELENA
, , ,
I will | not trust | you I,
, ,
, , ,
Nor long|er stay | in your / cursed comp|any.
, ,
, , ,
Your hands | than mine | are quick|er for | a fray,
, ,
, , ,
My legs | are long|er though | to run | away.
[Exit]
HERMIA
,
, , ,
,
I am | amazed | and know | not what | to say.
[Exit]
OBERON
T . T
T , ,
,
This is thy neg|ligence,| still thou | mistakst,
, ,
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,
Or else | commitst | thy knave|ries wil|fully.
PUCK
, , , ,
,
Believe | me, king | of shad|ows, I |
mistook,
, ,
, , ,
Did not | you tell | me I | should know | the man,
, , 2 , ,
,
By the | Athen|ian gar|ment he | hath on?
, ,
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,
And so | far blame|less proves | my ent|erprise,
, , , 2 , 2
,
That I | have a|nointed | an Athen|ian's eyes,
, ,
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And so | far am | I glad,| it so | did sort
, ,
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,
As this | their jang|ling I | esteem | a sport.
OBERON
, ,
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,
Thou seest | these lov|ers seek | a place | to
fight,
, , ,
, ,
Hie* there|fore Rob|in, ov|ercast | the night,
, ,
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The star|ry welk|in cov|er thou | anon,
, ,
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With droop|ing fog | as black | as Ach|eron,
, ,
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And lead | these tes|ty riv|als so | astray,
, ,
, , ,
As one | come not | within | anoth|er's way.
, 2
, T T T
,
Like to Ly|sander,| sometime frame | thy tongue,
, ,
2 , ,
,
Then stir | Demet|rius up | with bit|ter wrong;
, ,
, , ,
And some|time rail | thou like | Demet|rius;
, , , , ,
And from | each oth|er look | thou lead | them
thus,
, 2 T
T T , ,
Till ore their | brows, death count|erfeit|ing,
sleep
, ,
, , ,
With lead|en legs,| and bat|ty wings | doth
creep;
, ,
, , ,
Then crush | this herb | into | Lysand|er's eye,
, ,
, 2 ,
,
Whose li|quor hath | this vir|tuous prop|erty,
, ,
, ,
,
To take | from thence | all er|ror, with | his
might,
, ,
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,
And make | his eye|balls^roll | with wont|ed
sight.
,
, , ,
,
When they | next^wake,| all* this | deris|ion
,
, ,
, ,
Shall seem | a dream | and fruit|less vis|ion,
, ,
, , ,
And back | to Ath|ens shall | the lov|ers
wend
, ,
, , ,
With league,| whose date | till death | shall
nev|er end.
, ,
, ,
,
Whiles^I | in this | affair | do thee | employ,
, ,
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I'll to | my queen,| and beg | her Ind|ian boy;
, ,
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,
And then | I will | her charm|ed eye | release
, ,
. T T T
,
From monst|er's view,| and all things shall | be peace.
PUCK
, , ,
, ,
My fair|y lord,| this must | be done | with
haste,
. T T T
, . T T T
For night's swift drag|ons cut | the clouds full fast,
, ,
, , ,
And yond|er shines | Auro|ra's har|binger;
, , T T T 2 ,
,
At whose | approach ghosts wand|ering here | and there,
T T . T
T T T ,
Troop home to church|yards; damned spir|its all,
, ,
, , ,
That in / crossways | and floods | have bur|ial,
, , ,
, ,
Alrea|dy to | their worm|y beds | are gone;
, ,
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For fear | lest^day | should look | their shames | upon,
, ,
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,
They will|fully | themselves | exile | from light,
, ,
, . T T T
And must | for aye | consort | with black-browed night.
OBERON
, ,
, , ,
But we | are spir|its of | anoth|er sort:
, , ,
, ,
I, with | the morn|ing's love | have oft | made
sport,
, ,
, , ,
And like | a for|ester,| the groves | may tread,
x
, , ,
,
Even till | the east|ern gate | all fie|ry-red,
, 2 ,
, T T T
Opening | on Nep|tune, with | fair blessed beams,
, 2 ,
, T T T
Turns into | yellow | gold, his | salt green
streams.
,
, ,
, ,
But not|withstand|ing haste,| make^no | delay:
, , ,
, ,
We may | effect | this bus|iness, yet | ere day.
[Exit]
PUCK
,
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Up and | down,| up and | down,
, ,
, __
I will | lead them | up and | down:
,
, ,
__
I am | feared in | field and | town.
,
, ,
__
Goblin,| lead them | up and | down:
T T
T
Here comes one. \\
[Enter LYSANDER]
LYSANDER
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, , oo
Where^art | thou, proud | Demet|rius?|
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Speak | thou | now. \\
PUCK
T Tx T
, ,
,
Here villain; drawn | and rea|dy. Where | art thou?
LYSANDER
, , ,
I will | be with | thee straight. \\
PUCK
, ,
, ,
oo
Follow | me
then | to plain|er ground.|
[Exit LYSANDER, as following the voice. Enter DEMETRIUS]
DEMETRIUS
, , ,
Lysand|er, speak | again; \\
, , ,
, ,
Thou run|away,| thou cow|ard, art | thou fled?
T . T T , ,
,
Speak in some bush:| Where dost | thou hide |
thy head?
PUCK
, ,
, ,
,
Thou cow|ard, art | thou brag|ging to | the
stars,
,
, , ,
,
Telling | the bush|es that | thou lookst | for wars,
. T T T
, 2 , ,
And wilt not come?| Come^rec|reant, come | thou
child,
, ,
, , ,
I'll whip | thee with | a rod.| he is | defiled
,
, ,
That draws | a sword | on thee.
DEMETRIUS
,
,
Yea, art | thou
there?
PUCK
,
, ,
, ,
Follow | my voice,| we'll try | no man|hood here.
[Exeunt. Enter LYSANDER]
LYSANDER
, , ,
, ,
He goes | before | me, and / still dares | me on,
2 ,
, ,
,
When I come | where he / calls, then | he's gone.
, ,
, ,
,
The vil|lain is / much light|er-heeled | than I:
, , ,
, ,
I fol|lowed fast,| but fast|er he | did fly;
x ,
, , ,
That fallen | am I | in dark | unev|en way,
, ,
, ,
,
And here | will rest | me. Come | thou gent|le day:
, ,
, , ,
For if | but once | thou show | me thy / grey light,
, ,
2 , ,
,
I'll find | Demet|rius, and | revenge | this
spite.
[Sleeps. Enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS]
PUCK
T T T ,
, ,
Ho, ho, ho;| Coward,| why comst | thou not?
DEMETRIUS
, , ,
, ,
Abide | me, if | thou darst.| For well | I wot,
, ,
, ,
,
Thou runst | before | me, shift|ing eve|ry place,
, ,
, ,
,
And darst | not stand,| nor look | me in | the face.
,
Where art | thou?
PUCK
, , ,
__
Come | hither,| I am | here.
DEMETRIUS
,
, , ,
,
Nay then | thou mockst | me; Thou | shalt buy | this dear,
, , ,
, ,
If ev|er I | thy face | by day|light* see.
, ,
, , ,
Now go | thy way:| Faintness | constrain|eth me,
, ,
, . T T
T
To meas|ure out | my length | on this cold bed,
, ,
, , ,
By day's | approach | look to | be vis|ited.
[Lies down and sleeps. Enter HELENA]
HELENA
, ,
, , 2 ,
O wear|y night,| O long | and ted|ious night,
, ,
, ,
,
Abate | thy hours,| shine com/forts from | the east,
, , , , ,
That I | may back | to Ath|ens by / daylight,
, ,
, , ,
From these | that my | poor* comp|any | detest;
, , ,
, ,
And sleep | that some|times^shuts | up sor|row's eye,
,
, ,
, ,
Steal me | awhile | from mine | own comp|any.
[Lies down and sleeps]
PUCK
,
___ T T
T
Yet but | three?| Come one more,
,
T T T
,
Two of | both kinds make | up four.
,
___ ,
___
Here she | comes,| cursed and | sad:
, ,
, ___
Cupid | is a | knavish | lad,
,
T T T ,
Thus to | make poor fe|males^mad.
[Enter HERMIA]
HERMIA
, ,
, , ,
Never | so wea|ry, nev|er so | in woe,
, , ,
, ,
Bedab|bled with | the dew,| and torn | with briars,
, , , , ,
I can | no furth|er crawl,| no furth|er go;
, ,
, , ,
My legs | can keep | no pace | with my | desires.
, ,
, , ,
Here will | I rest | me till | the break | of day.
,
, ,
, 2 ,
Heavens | shield Ly|sander,| if they | mean^a fray.
[Lies down and sleeps]
PUCK
, __
___ ___
On the | ground | sleep | sound,
, ___ __
___
I'll ap|ply | your | eye
, ,
, __
Gentle | lover,| reme|dy.
[Squeezing the juice on LYSANDER's eyes]
,
___ __ ___
When thou | wakst,| thou | takst
, __
, ___
True de|light | in the | sight
, ,
, ___
Of thy | former | lady's | eye:
,
, ,
,
And the | country | proverb | known,
<- ,
, ,
___
That || every | man should | take his | own.
,
, , ___
In your | waking | shall be | shown.
,
, ,
,
Jack shall | have Jill,| nought shall | go^ill;
, , ,
,
The man | shall have | his mare | again,
, ___
__ __
And all | shall | be | well.
[Exit]