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The. Take time to pause : and, by the next new
moon (The sealing.day betwixt my love and me, For everlasting bond of fellowship), Upon that day either prepare to die, For disobedience to your father's will; Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would: Or on Diana's altar to protest, For aye, austerity and single life. Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia;-And, Lysander,
yield Thy crazed title to my certain right.
Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.
Ege. Scornful Lysander! true, he hath my love;
Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he,
The. I must confess, that I have heard so much,
Or else the law of Athens yield you up
[Exeunt Thes. Hip. Ege. Dem. and train. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so
pale? How chance the roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Belike for want of rain; which I could well Beteem them* from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth: But, either it was different in blood;
Her. O cross ! too high to be enthrall’d to low! Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years ; Her. O spite! too old to be engag'd to young! Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends: Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye!
Lys. Or, if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it; Making it momentanyt as a sound, Swift as a shadow, short as any dream; Brief as the lightning in the collied I night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth, And ere a man hath power to say,-Behold! The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.
Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd, It stands as an edict in destiny: Then let us teach our trial patience, Because it is a customary cross;
• Give, bestow.
As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs,
My good Lysander!
Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.
air More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.
Sickness is catching; O were favour* so!
Her. I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. Hel. O, that your frowns would teach my smiles
such skill! Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love. Hel. O, that my prayers could such affection
move! Her. The more I hate, the more he follows me. Hel. The more I love, the more he hateth me. Her. His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. Hel. None, but your beauty; 'would that fault
were mine! Her. Take comfort; he no more shall see my
Lysander and myself will Ay this place.-
Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold :
Her. And in the wood, where often you and I Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet: There my Lysander and myself shall meet:
And thence, from Athens, turn away our eyes,
[Exit Hermia, Lys. I will, my Hermia.Helena, adieu : As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!
[Exit Lysander. Hel. How happy some, o'er other some can be ! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. 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 winged Cupid painted blind : Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste; Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste : And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguild. As waggish boys in game* themselves forswear, So the boy los is perjur'd every where: For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eybet, He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; And when 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, 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. (Exit.