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at last she concludedith a sigh, thou wast the pro-| D. Pedro. Runs not this speech Jike iron through
perest man in Italy.
Claud. For the which she wept heartily, and said, Claud. I have drunk poison, whiles he utter'dit.
she cared not.

D. Pedro. But did my brother set thee on to this? D. Pedro. Yea, that she did; but yet, for all that, Bora. Yea, and paid me richly for the practice of it: an if she did not hate him deadly, she would love him D. Pedro. He is compos'd and fram'd of treachery :dearly: the old man's daughter told us all.

And fled he is upon this villainy. Claud. All, all; and moreover, God saw him when Claud. Sweet Hero! now thy image doth appear he was hit in the garden.

In the rare semblance, that I loved it first. D. Pedro. But when shall we set the savage bull's Dogb. Come, bring away the plainti il's; by this time horns on the sensible Benedick's head?

our sexton hath reformed siguior Leonato of the Claud. Yea, and text underneath, Here dwells Be- matter : and, masters, do not forget to specify, when nedick, the married man?

time and place shall serve, that I am an ass! Bene. Fare you well, boy; you know my mind; Il Verg. Here comes master signior Leonato, and will leave you now to your gossip-like humour; you the sexton too. break jests, its braggarts do their blades, which, God be Re-enter Leonato and Antonio, with the Sextol. thanked, hurt not.- Vy lord, for your many courte- Leon. Which is the villain ? Let me see his eyes, sies I thank you:I must discontinue your company:your That, when I note another man like him,

lain. brother, the bastard, is fled from Messina: you have, I may avoid him! Which of these is he? among you, killed a sweet and inuocent lady; for my Bora. If you would know your wronger,look on me ! 3.P lord Lachbeard, there, he and I shall meet;and till then, Leon, Art thou the slave, that with thy breath hast Land peace be with him!

(Exit Benedick. kill'd D. Pedro. He is in earnest.

Mine innocent child? Claud. In most profound earnest; and, I'll warrant Bora. Yea, even I alone.

N you, for the love of Beatrice. Leon. No, not so, villain; thou bely'st thyself;

bra D. Pedro. And hath challenged thee?

Here stand a pair of honourable men, Claud. Most sincerely.

A third is fled, that had a hand in it:D. Pedro. What a pretty thing man is, when he goes I thank you, princes, for my daughter's death; in his doublet and hose, and leaves off his wit! Record it with your high and worthy deeds ;

'Twas bravely done, if you bethink you

of it.

Ben Enter DOCBERRY, Venges, and the Watch, with Cox- Claud. I know not how to pray your patience,

RADE and BorachIO.
Yet I must speak. Choose your revenge yourself;

sice Claud. He is then a giant to an ape : but then is an ape Impose me to what penance your invention

M a doctor to such a man.

Can lay upon my sin: yet sinn'd I not, D. Pedro. But, soft you, let be; pluck up, my heart, But in mistaking.

B and be sad ! Did he not say, my brother was fled ? D. Pedro. By my soul, nor I;

ab Dogb. Come, yon, sir; if justice cannot tame yon, And yet, to satisfy this good old man, she shall ne'er weighm

more reasons in her balance: nay, I would bend under any heavy weight, bea cursing hypocrite once, you must be look- That he'll enjoiu me to.

Ide Leon. I cannot bid you bid my daughter live, D. Peilro. Ilow now, two of my brother's men bound! That were impossible; but I pray you both, Borachio, one!

Possess the people in Messina here, Claud. Hearken after their offence, my lord! How innocent she died: and, if your love D. Pedro.ollicers, what offence have these men done? Can labour aught in sad iuvention, Dogb. Marry, sir, they have committed false report; Hang her an epitaph opon her tomb, moreover, they have spoken antruths; secondarily, and sing it to her bones; sing it to-night:they are slanders ; sixth and lastly, they have belied To-norrow morning come you

my house; a lady; thirdly, they have verified unjust things; and, and since you could not be my son-in-law, to conclude, they are lying knaves.

Be yet my nephew: my brother hath a daughter, D. Pedro. First, I ask thee what they have done; Almost the copy of my child that's dead, thirdly,I ask thee what's their offence;sixth and lastly, And she alone is heir to both of us ; why they are committed ; and, to conclude, what you give her the right you should have given her cousin, lay to their charge.

And so dies my revenge. Člaud. Rightly reasoned, and in his own division; Claud, o, noble sir, and, by my troth, there's one meaning well suited. Your over-kindness doth wring tears from me!

D. Pedro. Whom have you offended, masters, that I do embrace your ofler; and dispose you are thus bound to your answer? This learned con- For henceforth of poor Claudio! stable is too canning to be understood. What's your Leon. To-morrow then I will expect your coming i ollence?

To-night I take my leave.—This naughty man Bora. Sweet prince, let me go no further to mine an- Shall face to face be brought to Margaret, swer; do you hear me, and let this count kill me. I have Who, I believe, was pack'd in all this wrong, deceived even your very eyes : what your wisdoms Hir'd to it by your brother. could not discover, these shallow fools have broughll Bora. No, by my soul, she was not; to light; who, in the night, overheard me confessing Nor knew not what she did, when she spoke to me; to this man, how Don John, your brother, incensed me But always hath been just and virtuous, to slander the lady Hero; how you were brought into In any thing that I do know by her. the orchard, and saw me court Margaret in Hero's gar- Dogb. Moreover, sir, (which, indeed, is not unde ments; how you disgraced her, when you should white and black,) this plaintiff here, the offender, d marry her: my villainy they have upon record; which call me ass : I beseech you, let it be remembered in i I had rather seal with my death, than repeat over to punishment! And also, the watch heard them talk my shame: the lady is dead upon mine and my mas-one Deformed: they say, he wears a key in his e ter's false accusation; and, briefly, I desire nothing and a lock hanging by it; and borrows money in Go but the reward of a villain.

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that now men grow hard-hearted, and will lend no- Bene. O, stay but till then!
thing for God's sake: pray you, examine him upon Beat. Then, is spoken ; fare you well now!—and yet,
that point!

ere I go, let me go with that I came for, which is, with Leon. I thank thee for thy care and honest pains. knowing what hath passed between you and Claudio. Dogh. Your worship speaks like a most thankful and Bene. Only foul words;aud thereupon I will kiss thee. reverend youth; and I praise God for you.

Beat. Foul words is but foul wind, and foul wind is Leon. There's for thy pains.

but foul breath, and foul breath is noisome; therefore Dogb. God save the foundation !

I will depart unkissed. Leon. Go, I discharge thee of thy prisoner, and I Bene. Thon hast frighted the word out of his right thank thee.

sense, so forcible is thy wit: but I must tell thee plainDogb. I leave an arrant knave with your worship; ly, Claudio undergoes my challenge; and either I which, I beseech your worship, to correct yoursell, must shortly hear from him, or I will subscribe him a for the example of others. God keep your worship; I coward. And, I pray thee now, tell me, for which of wish your worship well; God restore you to health ;1 my bad parts didst thou first fall in love with me? humbly give you leave to depart; and if a merry meet- Beat. For them altogether; which maintained so ing may be wished, God prohibitit !- Come, neigh- politic a state of evil, that they will not admit any bour. [Exeunt Dogberry, Verges, and arch. good part to intermingle with them. But for which of Leon. Until to-morrow morning, lords, farewell! my good parts did you first suffer love for me? Ant.Farewell, my lords; we look for you to-morrow. Bene. Suffer love; a good epithet! I do suffer love, D. Pedro. We will not fail.

indeed, for I love thee against my will,
Claud. To-night I'll mourn with Hero.

Beat.In spite of your heart, I think; alas! poor heart!
[Exeunt Don Pedro and Claudio. If you spite it for my sake, I will spite it for yours; for
Leon. Bring you these fellows on; we'll talk with I will never love that which my friend hates.

Bene. Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably.
How her acquaintance grew with this lewd fellow.

Beat. It appears not in this confession: there's not [Exeunt. one wise man among twenty that will praise himself.

Bene. Au old, an old instance, Beatrice, that lived SCENE 11.—Leonato's garden.

in the time of good neighbours: ifa man do not erect Enter Benedick and MARGARET, meeting: in this age his own tomb, ere he dies, he shall live no Bene. Pray theę, sweet mistress Margaret, deserve longer in monument,than the bell rings and the widow well at my hands, by helping me to the speech of Bca-weeps. trice.

Beat. And how long is that, think you? Marg. Will you then write me a sonnet in praise of Bene. Question ?-Why, an hour in clamour, and a my beauty ?

quarter in rheum! Therefore it is most expedient for Bene. In so high a style, Margaret, that no man living the wise, (if Don Worm, his conscience, find no imshall come overit; for, in most comely truth, thou de- pediment to the contrary,) to be the trumpet of his servestit.

own virtues, as I am to myself. So much for praising Warg. To have no man come over me? why, shall myse!', (who, I myself will bear witness, is praise-worI always keep below stairs?

thy,) and now tell me, How doth your cousin ?
Bene. Thy wit is as quick as the greyhound's mouth: Beat. Very ill.
it catches.

Bene. And how do you?
Marg.And your's as blunt as the fencer's foils, which Beat. Very ill too.
hit, but hurt not.

Bene. Serve God, love me,and mend: there will I leave
Bene. A most manly wit, Margaret, it will not hurt you too, for here comes one in haste.
a woman; and so, I pray thee, call Beatrice: I give thee
the bucklers.

Marg. Give us the swords, we have bucklers of Urs. Madam, you must come to your uncle; yon-

der's old coil at home: it is proved, my lady Hero hath Bene. If you use them, Margaret, you must put in the been falsely accused, the Prince and Claudio mightily pikes with a vice; and they are dangerous weapons abused; and Don John is the author of all, who is fed for maids.

and gone : will you come presently? Marg. Well, I will call Beatrice to you, who, I think,

Beat. Will you go hear this news, signior ? [Exit Margaret.

Bene. I willlive in thy heart, die in thy lap, and be Bene. And therefore will come.

buried in thy eyes; and, moreover,

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with thee to thy uncle's.

[Exeunt. The god of love,

That sits above,

SCENE III.---The inside of a church.
And knows me, and knows me,
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, and Attendants,

with How pitiful I deserve,

music and tapers.
I mean, in singing; but in loving, -Leander the good Claud. Is this the monument of Leonato ?
swimmer, Troilus the first employer of pandars, and
a whole book full of these quondam carpet-mongers, Claud. (Reads from a scroll.]

Atten. It is, my lord.
whose names yet run smoothly in the even road of a
blank verse, why, they were never so trulyturned over Done to death by slanderous tongues
and over as my poor self, in love. Marry, I cannot show Was the Hero that here lies:
it in rhyme; I have tried; I can find out no rhyme to Death, in guerdon of her wrongs,
lady but baby, an innocent rhyme; for scorn, horn, a Gives her fame, which never dies:
hard rhyme; for school, fool, a babbling rhyme: very

So the life, that died with shame,
ominous endings! No, I was not born under a rhyming Lives in death with glorious fame.
planet, nor I cannot woo in festival terms.-

Hang thou there upon the tomb [Afixing it.
Sweet Beatrice,would'st thou, come when I called thee?

Praising her when I am dumb!
Beat. Yea, signior, and depart, when

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adson SONG,

That you have such a February face, Pardon, Goddess of the night,

So full of frost, of storm, and cloudiness? Those that slew thy virgin knight!

Claud. I think, he thinks upon the savage bull:-
For the which, with songs of woe,

Tush, fear not, man, we'll tip thy horns with gold,
Round about her tumb they-go.
And all Europa shall rejoice at thee;

Midnight, assist our moun;
As once Europa did at lusty Jove,

ret Help us to sigh and groun,

When he would play the noble beast in love. Heavily, heavily !

Bene. Bull Jove, sir, had an amiable low ; Graves, yawn, and yield your dead,

And some such strange bull leapt your father's cow, Till death be uttered,

And got a calf in that same noble feat,
Ileavily, heavily!

Much like to you, for you have just his bleat.
Claud. Now, unto thy bones good night!
Re-enter Antonio, with the Ladies masked.

er Yearly will I do this rite.

Claud. For this I owe you: here come other recko-
D. Pedro. Good morrow, masters; put your torches nings.

Which is the lady, I must seize upon ?
The wolves have prey'd ; and look, the gentle day, Ant. This same is she, and I do give you her.
Before the wheels of Phoebus, round about

Claud. Why, then she's mine. --Sweet, let me see
Dapples the drowsy cast with spots of grey!
Thanks to you all, and leaveus; fare you well! Leon. No, that you shall not, till you take her hand
Claud. Good morrow, masters ; cach his several way. Before this friar, and swear to marry her.
D. Pedro. Come, let us hence, and put on other Claud. Give me your hand before this holy friar ;

I am your husband, if you like of me.
And then to Leonato's we will go.

Hero. And when I lived, I was your other wife : Claud. And, Hymen, now with luckier issue speed's,

[Unmasking Than this for whom we render'd up this woe! [Exeunt. And when you loved, you were my other husband.

Claud. Another Hero?
SCENE IV.- Aroom in Leonato's house. Iero. Nothing certainer:
Enter Leonato, ANTONIO, BENEDICK, BEATRICE, UR- Onellero died defil'd; but I do live,
SCLA, Friar, and Hero.
And surely as I live, I am amaid.

SATEL Friar. Did I not tell you, she was innocent?

D. Pedro. The former llero! Hero, that is dead!
Leon.So are the prince and Claudio, who accused her Leon. She died, my lord, but whiles her slander lived.
Upon the error that you heard debated:

Friar. All this amazement can I qualify;
But Margaret was in some fault for this;
When, after that the holy rites are ended,

QU! Although against her will, as it appears

I'll tell you largely of fair Hero's death:
In the true course of all the question.
Mean time, let wonder seem familiar,

BE Ant. Well, I am glad that all things sort so well. And to the chapel let us presently.

FL Bene. And so am I, being else by faith enforc'd Bene. Soft and fair, friar. – Which is Beatrice? To call young Claudio to a reckoning for it.

Beat. I answer to that name; [Unmasking.] what Leon. Well, danghter, and you gentlewomen all,

is your will? Withdraw into a chamber by yourselves;

Bene. Do not you love me?
And, when I send for you, come hither mask'd ; Beat. No, no more than reason.
The prince and Claudio promis’d by this hour Bene. Why, then your uncle, and the prince, and
To visit me.-You know your office, brother;

You must be father to your brother's daughter, Have been deceived; for they swore you did.
And give her to young Claudio.

[Exeunt Ladies.

Beat. Do not you love nie? Ant. Which I will do with confirm'd countenance. Bene. No, no more than reason. Bene. Friar, I must entreat your pains, I think. Beat. Why, then my cousin, Margaret, and Ursula, Friar. To do what, signior?

Are much deceiv'd; for they did swear, you did. Bene. To bind me, or udo me, one of them. Bene. They swore, that yon were almost sick for me. Signior Leonato, truth it is, good signior,

Beat.They swore, that you were well nigh dead for me. Yonr niece regards me with an eye of favour. Bene.'Tis no such matter. -Then,you do not love me Lcon. That eye my daughter lent her: 'tis most true. Beat. No, truly, but in friendly recompense. Bene. And I do with an eye of love requite her. Leon. Come, cousin, I am sure you love the gentleLeon. The sight whereof, I think, you had from me, From Claudio and the prince. But what's your will? Claud. And I'll be sworn upon't, that he loves her; Bene. Your answer, sir, is enigmatical :

For here's a paper, written in his hand,
But, for my will, my will is, your good will

A halting sonnet of his own pure brain,
May stand with ours, this day to be conjoin'd Fashion'd to Beatrice.
In the estate of honourable marriage;

Hero, And here's another,
In which, good friar, I shall desire your help. Writ in my cousin's hand, stolen from her pocket,
Leon, My heart is with your liking.

Containing her afl'ection unto Benedick. Friar. And my help.

Bene. A miracle! here's our own hands against our Ilere comes the prince, and Claudio.

hearts !-Come, I will have thee; but, by this light, ! Enter Don Pedro and CLAUDIO, with Attendants. take thee for pity! D. Pedro. Good morrow to this fair assembly! Beat. I would not deny you; but, by this good day Leon. Good morrow,prince!-good morrow, Claudio! I yield upon great persuasion; and, partly, to say We here attend you ; are you yet determin'd your life, for I was told you were in a consumption. To-day to marry with my brother's daughter? Bene. Peace, I will stop your mouth. [Kissinghe Claud. I'll hold my mind, were she an Ethiop. D.Pedro. How dost thou, Benedick, the married ma Leon. Call her forth, brother, here's the friar ready. Bene. I'll tell thee what, prince; a college of

[Exit Antonio. crackers cannot fout me out of my humour: dostt! D. Pedro. Good morrow, Benedick! Why, what's think, I care for a satire, or an epigram? No:

man will be beaten with brains, he shall wear not!





the matter,

handsome about him. In brief, since I do purpose to dance, ere we are married, that we may lighten our own
marry, I will think nothing to any purpose, that the hearts, and our wives' heels!
world can say against it; and therefore never flout at Leon. We'll have dancing afterwards.
me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy Bene. First, o' my word; therefore, play, music!-
thing, and this is my conclusion.-For thy part, Clau-Prince, thou art sad; get thee a wife, get thee a wife!
dio, I did think to have beaten thee; but in that thou there is no staff more reverend, than one tipped with
art like to be my kinsman, live unbruised, and love my horn.

Enter a Messenger:
Claud. I had well hoped, thou would'st have denied Mess. Mylord, your brother Jolin is ta’en in flight,
Beatrice, that I might have cudgelled thee out of thy And brought with armed men back to Messina.
single life, to make thee a double dealer; which, ont Bene. Think not on him till to-morrow! I'll devise
of question, thou wilt be, if my cousin do not look thee brave punishments for him. -Strike up, pipers !
exceeding narrowly to thee.

[Dance. Exeunt. Bene. Come, come, we are friends:-- let's have al

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Theseus, duke of Athens.

Oberon, king of the fairies.
Egeus, father to llermia.

Titania, queen of the fairies.

Puck, or ROBIN-GOODFELLOW, a fairy.
} in love with Hermia.

PHILOSTRATE, master of the revels to Theseus. CouWEB,

Quince, the carpenter.

Snce, the joiner.

Bottom, the weaver.

Flute, the bellows-mender.


characters in the interlude performed Sxout, the tinker.


by the clowns.
STARVELING, the tailor.

HIPPOLYTA, queen of the Amazons, betrothed to Them Lion,
Hekua, daughter to Egeus, in love with Lysander. Other Fairies attending their King and Queen.
HELENA, in love with Demetrius.

Attendants on Theseus and lippolytu.
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Enter Egeus, Herma, LYSANDER, and DevETRIUS.

Ege. Happy be Thesens, our renowned duke!
SCENE I.-Athens. A room in the palace of Theseus. The. Thanks, good Egens! What's the news with
Enter Theseus, IIIPPOLYTA, PHILOSTRate, and Attend- thee?

Lge. Full of vexation come I, with complaint
The. Now, fair Hippolyta, our nuptial hour Against my child, my daughter Hermia.-
Draws on apace; four happy days bring in

Stand forth, Demetrius! - My noble lord,
Another moon; but, oh, methinks, how slow This man hath my cousent to marry her:-
This old moon wanes! she lingers my desires, Stand forth, Lysander!--and, my gracious duke,
Like to a step-dame, or a dowager,

This hath bewitch'd the bosom of my chili.
Long withering out a young man's revenue.

Thou, thou, Lysander, thou hast given her rhymes,
Hip.. Four days will quickly steep themselves in and interchang'd love-tokens with my child:

Thou hast by moon-light at her window sung,
Four nights will quickly dream away the time; With feigning voice, verses of feiguing love,
And then the moon, like to a silver bow

And stolen the impression of her fantasy
New bent in heaven, shall behold the night

With bracelets of thy hair, rings, gawds, conceits,
Of our solemnities,
The. Go, Philostrate,

Knacks, trifles, nosegays, sweet-meats; messengers

Of strong prevailment in unharden'd youth!
Stir up the Athenian youth to merriments;

With cunning hast thou filch'd my daughter's heart;
Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth;

Turn'd herobedience, which is due to me,
Turn melancholy forth to funerals !

To stubborn harshness : and, my gracious duke,
The palecompanion is not for our pomp:

Be it so she will not here before your grace
Hippolyta, I woo'd thee with my sword,

[Exit Philostrate. Consent to marry with Demetrius,

I beg the ancient privilege of Athens;
And won thy love, doing theeinjuries ;
But I will wed thee in another key,

As she is mine, I may dispose of her:

Which shall be either to this gentleman,
With pomp, with triumph, and with revelling.

Or to her death; according to our law,

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For you, fair Hermia, look you arm yourself
The. What say you, Hermia? be advised, fair maid! To fit your fancies to your father's will;
To you your father should be as a god;

Or else the law of Athens yields you up.
One that compos'd your beauties; yea, and one (Which by no means we may extenuate,)
To whom you are but as a form in wax,

Todeath, or to a vow of single life. By him imprinted, and within his power

Come, my Hippolita; what cheer, my love? To leave the figure, or disfigure it.

Demetrius and Egeus, go along; Demetrius is a worthy gentleman.

I must employ you in some bussiness Her. So is Lysander.

Against our nuptial, and confer with you The. In himself he is :

of something nearly that concerns yourselves. But, in this kind, wanting your father's voice, Ege. With duty and desire we follow you. The other must be held the worthier.

(Exeunt Thes. Hip. Ege. Dein, and train. Her. I would, my father look'd but with my eyes. Lys. How now, my love? Why is your cheek so pale? The. Rather your eyes must with his judgment look. How chance the roses there do fade so fast? lerIdo entreat your grace to pardon me.

Her. Belike, for want of rain; which I could well I know not, by what power I am made bold;

Beteem them from the tempest of mine eyes.
Nor how it may concern my modesty,

Lys. Ah me! for aught that ever I could read,
In such a presence here to plead my thoughts : Could ever hear by tale or history,
But I beseech your grace, that I may know

The course of true love never did run smooth:
The worst that may befal me in this case,

But, either it was different in blood ;If I refuse to wed Demetrius.

Her. O cross ! too high to be enthrall'd to low! The. Either to die the death, or to abjure

Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of years ;-
For ever the society of men.

Her. Ospite! too old to be engaged to young !
Therefore, fair Hermia, qnestion your desires, Lys. Or else it stood upon the choice of friends :-
Know of your youth, examine well your blood, Her. O hell! to choose love by another's eye!
Whether, if you yield not to your father's choice, Lys. Or if there were a sympathy in choice,
You can endure the livery of a nun;

War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it;
For aye to be in shady cloister mew'd,

Making it momentany as a sound,
To live a barren sister all your life,

Swift as a shadow, short as any dream;
Chanting faint hymns to the cold fruitless moon. Brief as the lightning in the collied night,
Thrice blessed they, that master so their blood, That, in a spleen, anfolds both heaven and earth,
To undergo such maiden pilgrimage;

And ere a man hath power to say,—Behold!
But earthlicr happy is the rose distilld,

The jaws of darkness do devour it up:
Than that, which, withering on the virgin thorn, So quick bright things come to confusion.
Grows, lives, and dies, in single blessedness.

Her. Ifthen true lovers have been ever cross'd,
Her. So will I grow, so live, so die, my lord, It stands as an edict in destiny:
Ere I will yield my virgin patent up.

Then let us teach our trial patience,
Unto his lordship, whose nnwished yoke

Because it is a customary cross; My soul consents not to give sovereignty.

As due to love, as thoughts, and dreams, and sighs, The. Take time to pause: and, by the next new moon, Wishes, and tears, poor faucy's followers. (The sealing-day betwixt my love and me,

Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, Hermia! For everlasting bond of fellowship)

I have a widow aunt, a dowager Upon that day either prepare to die,

Of great revenue, and she hath no child: Fordisobedience to your father's will;

From Athensis her house remote seven leagues ; Or else, to wed Demetrius, as he would;

And she respects meas her only son. Or on Diana's altar to protest,

There, gentle Hermia, may I marry thee; Foraye, austerity and single life.

And to that place the sharp Athenian law
Dem. Relent, sweet Hermia!-And, Lysander, yield Cannot pursucus: if thou lov'st me then,
Thy crazed title to my certain right!

Steal forth thy father's house to-morrow night;
Lys. You have her father's love, Demetrius; And in the wood, a league without the town,
Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him.

Where I did meet thee once with Helena,
Ege, Scornful Lysander ! true, he hath my love; Todo observance to a morn of May,
And what is mine, my love shall render him;

There will I stay for thee.
And she is mine; and all my right of her

Her. My good Lysander! I do estate unto Demetrius.

I swear to thee by Cupid's strongest bow, Lys. I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he,

By his best arrow with the golden head, As well possess'd; my love is more than his;

By the simplicity of Venus' doves, My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd,

By that which knittetl souls, and prospers loves,
If not with vantage, as Demetrius';

And by that fire, which burn'd the Carthage queen,
And, which is more than all these boasts can be, When the false Trojan under sail was seen;
I am belov'd of beauteous Hermia:

By all the vows that ever men have broke,
Why should not I then prosecute my right?

In number more than ever women spoke :-Demetrius, I'll avouch it to his head,

In that same place thou hast appointed me,
Made love to Nedar's daughter, Helena,

To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.
And won her soul; and she, sweet lady, dotes, Lys. Keep promise, love! Look, here comes Helena.
Devoutly dotes, dotes in idolatry,

Upon this spotted and inconstant man.

The. I must confess, that I have heard so much, Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away?
And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; Hel. Call you me fair? that fair again unsay.
But, being over-full of self-affairs,

Demetrius loves your fair: 0, happy fair!
My mind did lose it.—But, Demetrius, come;

Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue's sweet air And come, Egens; you shall go with me,

More tuneable than lark to shepherd's ear, I have some private schooling for you both.

When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.

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