Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA
LYSANDER. Fair love， you faint with wand"ring in the wood； And， to speak troth， I have forgot our way； We'll rest us， Hermia， if you think it good， And tarry for the comfort of the day. HERMIA. Be it so， Lysander： find you out a bed， For I upon this bank will rest my head. LYSANDER. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both； One heart， one bed， two bosoms， and one troth. HERMIA. Nay， good Lysander； for my sake， my dear， Lie further off yet； do not lie so near. LYSANDER. O， take the sense， sweet， of my innocence！ Love takes the meaning in loves conference. I mean that my heart unto yours is knit， So that but one heart we can make of it； Two bosoms interchained with an oath， So then two bosoms and a single troth. Then by your side no bed-room me deny， For lying so， Hermia， I do not lie. HERMIA. Lysander riddles very prettily. Now much beshrew my manners and my pride， If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied！ But， gentle friend， for love and courtesy Lie further off， in human modesty； Such separation as may well be said Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid， So far be distant； and good night， sweet friend. Thy love neer alter till thy sweet life end！ LYSANDER. Amen， amen， to that fair prayer say I； And then end life when I end loyalty！ Here is my bed； sleep give thee all his rest！ HERMIA. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be pressd！ [They sleep]
Enter PUCK
PUCK. Through the forest have I gone， But Athenian found I none On whose eyes I might approve This flowers force in stirring love. Night and silence- Who is here？ Weeds of Athens he doth wear： This is he， my master said， Despised the Athenian maid； And here the maiden， sleeping sound， On the dank and dirty ground. Pretty soul！ she durst not lie Near this lack-love， this kill-courtesy. Churl， upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe： When thou wakst let love forbid Sleep his seat on thy eyelid. So awake when I am gone； For I must now to Oberon. Exit Enter DEMETRIUS and HELENA， runningHELENA. Stay， though thou kill me， sweet Demetrius. DEMETRIUS. I charge thee， hence， and do not haunt me thus. HELENA. O， wilt thou darkling leave me？ Do not so. DEMETRIUS. Stay on thy peril； I alone will go. Exit HELENA. O， I am out of breath in this fond chase！ The more my prayer， the lesser is my grace. Happy is Hermia， wheresoe'er she lies， For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. How came her eyes so bright？ Not with salt tears； If so， my eyes are oft'ner washd than hers. No， no， I am as ugly as a bear， For beasts that meet me run away for fear； Therefore no marvel though Demetrius Do， as a monster， fly my presence thus. What wicked and dissembling glass of mine Made me compare with Hermia's sphery eyne？ But who is here？ Lysander！ on the ground！ Dead， or asleep？ I see no blood， no wound. Lysander， if you live， good sir， awake. LYSANDER. [Waking] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake. Transparent Helena！ Nature shows art， That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart. Where is Demetrius？ O， how fit a word Is that vile name to perish on my sword！ HELENA. Do not say so， Lysander； say not so. What though he love your Hermia？ Lord， what though？ Yet Hermia still loves you； then be content. LYSANDER. Content with Hermia！ No： I do repent The tedious minutes I with her have spent. Not Hermia but Helena I love： Who will not change a raven for a dove？ The will of man is by his reason swayd， And reason says you are the worthier maid. Things growing are not ripe until their season； So I， being young， till now ripe not to reason； And touching now the point of human skill， Reason becomes the marshal to my will， And leads me to your eyes， where I o'erlook Loves stories， written in Loves richest book. HELENA. Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born？ When at your hands did I deserve this scorn？ Is't not enough， is't not enough， young man， That I did never， no， nor never can， Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius eye， But you must flout my insufficiency？ Good troth， you do me wrong， good sooth， you do， In such disdainful manner me to woo. But fare you well； perforce I must confess I thought you lord of more true gentleness. O， that a lady of one man refusd Should of another therefore be abusd！ Exit LYSANDER. She sees not Hermia. Hermia， sleep thou there； And never mayst thou come Lysander near！ For， as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings， Or as the heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive， So thou， my surfeit and my heresy， Of all be hated， but the most of me！ And， all my powers， address your love and might To honour Helen， and to be her knight！ Exit HERMIA. [Starting] Help me， Lysander， help me； do thy best To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast. Ay me， for pity！ What a dream was here！ Lysander， look how I do quake with fear. Methought a serpent eat my heart away， And you sat smiling at his cruel prey. Lysander！ What， removd？ Lysander！ lord！ What， out of hearing gone？ No sound， no word？ Alack， where are you？ Speak， an if you hear； Speak， of all loves！ I swoon almost with fear. No？ Then I well perceive you are not nigh. Either death or you I'll find immediately. Exit
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