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Table of Contents<\/a><\/p>\n

ACT 2 SCENE 1.<\/b> Setting: A wood near Athens<\/p>\n

Enter a FAIRY at One door, and PUCK at another<\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
PUCK<\/td>\nHow now, spirit! whither wander you?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
FAIRY<\/td>\nOver hill, over dale,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThorough bush, thorough brier,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOver park, over pale,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThorough flood, thorough fire,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI do wander every where,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSwifter than the moon's sphere;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd I serve the Fairy Queen,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo dew her orbs upon the green.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe cowslips tall her pensioners be; <\/td>\n10<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn their gold coats spots you see;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThose be rubies, fairy favours,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn those freckles live their savours.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI must go seek some dewdrops here,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFarewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOur Queen and all her elves come here anon.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
PUCK<\/td>\nThe King doth keep his revels here to–night;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTake heed the Queen come not within his sight;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFor Oberon is passing fell and wrath,<\/td>\n20<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBecause that she as her attendant hath<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nA lovely boy, stolen from an Indian king.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nShe never had so sweet a changeling;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd jealous Oberon would have the child<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nKnight of his train, to trace the forests wild;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut she perforce withholds the loved boy,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nCrowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd now they never meet in grove or green,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBy fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut they do square, that all their elves for fear<\/td>\n30<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nCreep into acorn cups and hide them there.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
FAIRY<\/td>\nEither I mistake your shape and making quite,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOr else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nCall'd Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat frights the maidens of the villagery,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSkim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd bootless make the breathless housewife churn,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd sometime make the drink to bear no barm,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nMislead night–wanderers, laughing at their harm?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThose that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, <\/td>\n40<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nYou do their work, and they shall have good luck.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAre not you he?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
PUCK<\/td>\nThou speakest aright:<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI am that merry wanderer of the night.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI jest to Oberon, and make him smile<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhen I a fat and bean–fed horse beguile,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNeighing in likeness of a filly foal;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn very likeness of a roasted crab,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd, when she drinks, against her lips I bob,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd on her withered dewlap pour the ale. <\/td>\n50<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSometime for three–foot stool mistaketh me;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThen slip I from her bum, down topples she,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd 'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nA merrier hour was never wasted there.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut room, fairy, here comes Oberon.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
FAIRY<\/td>\nAnd here my mistress. Would that he were gone!<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

Enter OBERON at one door, with his TRAIN, and TITANIA, at another, with hers<\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
OBERON<\/td>\nIll met by moonlight, proud Titania.<\/td>\n60<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
TITANIA<\/td>\nWhat, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI have forsworn his bed and company.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
OBERON<\/td>\nTarry, rash wanton; am not I thy lord?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
TITANIA<\/td>\nThen I must be thy lady; but I know<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhen thou hast stolen away from fairy land,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd in the shape of Corin sat all day,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nPlaying on pipes of corn, and versing love<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nCome from the farthest steep of India,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon, <\/td>\n70<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nYour buskin'd mistress and your warrior love,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo Theseus must be wedded, and you come<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo give their bed joy and prosperity?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
OBERON<\/td>\nHow canst thou thus, for shame, Titania,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nGlance at my credit with Hippolyta,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nKnowing I know thy love to Theseus?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDidst not thou lead him through the glimmering night<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFrom Perigouna, whom he ravished?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd make him with fair Aegles break his faith,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWith Ariadne and Antiopa? <\/td>\n80<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
TITANIA<\/td>\nThese are the forgeries of jealousy;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd never, since the middle summer's spring,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nMet we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBy paved fountain, or by rushy brook,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOr in the beached margent of the sea,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTherefore the winds, piping to us in vain,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAs in revenge, have suck'd up from the sea<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nContagious fogs; which, falling in the land,<\/td>\n90<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHath every pelting river made so proud <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat they have overborne their continents.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe fold stands empty in the drowned field,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd crows are fatted with the murrion flock;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd the quaint mazes in the wanton green,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFor lack of tread, are undistinguishable. <\/td>\n100<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe human mortals want their winter here;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNo night is now with hymn or carol blest;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTherefore the moon, the governess of floods,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nPale in her anger, washes all the air,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat rheumatic diseases do abound.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd thorough this distemperature we see<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe seasons alter: hoary–headed frosts<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd on old Hiems' thin and icy crown<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAn odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds<\/td>\n110<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIs, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe childing autumn, angry winter, change<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTheir wonted liveries; and the mazed world,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBy their increase, now knows not which is which.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd this same progeny of evils comes<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFrom our debate, from our dissension;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWe are their parents and original.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
OBERON<\/td>\nDo you amend it, then; it lies in you.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhy should Titania cross her Oberon?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI do but beg a little changeling boy <\/td>\n120<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo be my henchman.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
TITANIA<\/td>\nSet your heart at rest;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe fairy land buys not the child of me.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHis mother was a vot'ress of my order;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd, in the spiced Indian air, by night,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFull often hath she gossip'd by my side;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nMarking th' embarked traders on the flood;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhen we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd grow big–bellied with the wanton wind;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhich she, with pretty and with swimming gait<\/td>\n130<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFollowing– her womb then rich with my young squire–<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWould imitate, and sail upon the land,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo fetch me trifles, and return again, <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAs from a voyage, rich with merchandise.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut she, being mortal, of that boy did die;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd for her sake do I rear up her boy;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd for her sake I will not part with him.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
OBERON<\/td>\nHow long within this wood intend you stay?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
TITANIA<\/td>\nPerchance till after Theseus' wedding–day.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIf you will patiently dance in our round, <\/td>\n140<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd see our moonlight revels, go with us;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIf not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
OBERON<\/td>\nGive me that boy and I will go with thee.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
TITANIA<\/td>\nNot for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away! <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWe shall chide downright if I longer stay.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

Exit TITANIA with her train<\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
OBERON<\/td>\nWell, go thy way; thou shalt not from this grove<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTill I torment thee for this injury.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nMy gentle Puck, come hither. Thou rememb'rest<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nSince once I sat upon a promontory, <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back <\/td>\n150<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nUttering such dulcet and harmonious breath<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThat the rude sea grew civil at her song,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd certain stars shot madly from their spheres <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo hear the sea–maid's music.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
PUCK<\/td>\nI remember.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
OBERON<\/td>\nThat very time I saw, but thou couldst not,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFlying between the cold moon and the earth<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nCupid, all arm'd; a certain aim he took<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAt a fair vestal, throned by the west,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd loos'd his love–shaft smartly from his bow,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAs it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; <\/td>\n160<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nQuench'd in the chaste beams of the wat'ry moon;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd the imperial vot'ress passed on, <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn maiden meditation, fancy–free.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nYet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIt fell upon a little western flower,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBefore milk–white, now purple with love's wound,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd maidens call it Love–in–idleness. <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFetch me that flow'r, the herb I showed thee once.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe juice of it on sleeping eye–lids laid <\/td>\n170<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWill make or man or woman madly dote<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nUpon the next live creature that it sees.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFetch me this herb, and be thou here again <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nEre the leviathan can swim a league.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
PUCK<\/td>\nI'll put a girdle round about the earth<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIn forty minutes. <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/i><\/td>\nExit PUCK<\/i><\/td>\n<\/i><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
OBERON<\/td>\nHaving once this juice,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI'll watch Titania when she is asleep,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd drop the liquor of it in her eyes;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe next thing then she waking looks upon,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBe it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, <\/td>\n180<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOn meddling monkey, or on busy ape,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nShe shall pursue it with the soul of love.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd ere I take this charm from off her sight, <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAs I can take it with another herb,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI'll make her render up her page to me.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut who comes here? I am invisible;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd I will overhear their conference. <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n

Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him<\/i><\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n
<\/td>\nDEMETRIUS. I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhere is Lysander and fair Hermia?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe one I'll slay, the other slayeth me.<\/td>\n190<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThou told'st me they were stol'n unto this wood,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd here am I, and wood within this wood,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBecause I cannot meet my Hermia. <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
HELENA<\/td>\nYou draw me, you hard–hearted adamant;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nBut yet you draw not iron, for my heart<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIs true as steel. Leave you your power to draw,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd I shall have no power to follow you.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nDEMETRIUS. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nOr, rather, do I not in plainest truth <\/td>\n200<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTell you I do not nor I cannot love you?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nHELENA. And even for that do I love you the more.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nI am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe more you beat me, I will fawn on you. <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nUse me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNeglect me, lose me; only give me leave,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nUnworthy as I am, to follow you.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhat worser place can I beg in your love,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd yet a place of high respect with me,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThan to be used as you use your dog? <\/td>\n210<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
DEMETRIUS<\/td>\nTempt not too much the hatred of my spirit;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFor I am sick when I do look on thee.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
HELENA<\/td>\nAnd I am sick when I look not on you. <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
DEMETRIUS<\/td>\nYou do impeach your modesty too much<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo leave the city and commit yourself<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nInto the hands of one that loves you not;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTo trust the opportunity of night,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd the ill counsel of a desert place,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWith the rich worth of your virginity.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
HELENA<\/td>\nYour virtue is my privilege for that: <\/td>\n220<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nIt is not night when I do see your face,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nTherefore I think I am not in the night;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nNor doth this wood lack worlds of company,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nFor you, in my respect, are all the world. <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThen how can it be said I am alone<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nWhen all the world is here to look on me?<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
DEMETRIUS<\/td>\nI'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes,<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nAnd leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
HELENA<\/td>\nThe wildest hath not such a heart as you.<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nRun when you will; the story shall be chang'd:<\/td>\n230<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nApollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nThe dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind<\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n
<\/td>\nMakes speed to catch the tiger– bootless speed, <\/td>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n

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