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(Which by no means we may extenuate)
[Exeunt Thes. Hip. Egeus, Dem. and Train. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so
pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
131 Her. Belike, for want of rain ; which I could well Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lys. Ah, me! for aught that I could ever read,
Her. O cross ! too high to be enthrall’d to lowl
Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice,
The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd,
Hermia, I have a widow.aunt, a dowager Of great revenue, and she hath no child : 169 From Athens is her house remote seven leagues ; And she respects me as her only son. There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; And to that place the sharp Athenian law Cannot pursue us : If thou lov'st me then, Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night ; And, in the wood, a league without the town, Where I did meet thee once with Helena, To do observance to a morn of May, There will I stay for thee.
170 Her. My good Lysander! I swear to thee, by Cupid's strongest bow i By his best arrow with the golden head; By the simplicity of Venus' doves; By that which knitteth souls, and prospers loves; And by that fire which burn’d the Carthage queen, When the false Trojan under sail was seen; By all the vows that ever men have broke,
In number more than ever women spoke ;-
Her. God speed, fair Helena! Whither away?
Hel. Call you me fair ? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair : O liappy fair ! Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet
air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's car, When wheat is green, when haw-thorn buds ap
Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still.
such skill! Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. 199 Hd. Oh, that my prayers could such affection
move ! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows ine.
Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me.
Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:
[Exit Herm. Lys. I will, my Hermia.—Helena, adieu : As you on him, Demetrius dote on you !
Hel. How happy some, o'er othersome, can be ! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
230 But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; He will not know what all but he do know. And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, So I, admiring of his qualities. Things base and vile, holding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind : Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste ; Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. As waggish boys themselves in game forswear, So the boy love is perjur'd every where : For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; And whien this hail some heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolv’d, and showers of oaths did melt. I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: Then to the wood will he, to-morrow night, 250 Pursue her ; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expence: But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.