Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she en treat: Thy threats have no more strength, than her weak Helen, I love thee; by my life I do: I swear by that which I will lose for thee, Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this? Lys. Away, you Ethiope! Dem. No, no, he'll Sir," Seem to break loose; take on, as you would follow; But yet come not: You are a tame man, go! Lys. Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose, Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent. Her. Why are you grown so rude? what change is this, Sweet love? Lys. Thy love? out, tawny Tartar, out! Out, loathed medicine! O hated poison, hence! Her. Do you not jest? Hel. Yes, 'sooth; and so do you. Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Dem. I would I had your bond; for I perceive A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word. Lys. What! should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. 19 This arrangement of the text is Malone's, who thus explains it. The words he'll are not in the folio, and sir is not in the quarto Demetrius, I suppose, would say, No, no, he'll not have the reso. lution to disengage himself from Hermia. But turning to Lysan der, he addresses him ironically: "Sir, seem to break 'cose." &e Her. What! can you do me greater harm than hate? Hate me! wherefore? O me! what means my love? Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander? I am as fair now as I was erewhile. Since night you lov'd me; yet since night you left me: Why, then you left me, In earnest shall I say? Lys. O, the gods forbid ! Ay, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more. That I do hate thee, and love Helena. Her. O me you juggler! you canker-blos som! 20 You thief of love! what, have you come by night, And stol'n my love's heart from him? Hel. Fine, i'faith' Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, No touch of bashfulness? What! will you tear Impatient answers from my gentle tongue ? Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you! Her. Puppet! why so? Ay, that way goes the game. Now I perceive that she hath made compare 20 The canker is a worm that preys on the leaves or buds of flowers, always beginning in the middle. So before, in this play "Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds." How low ain I? I am not yet so low, But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes. Hel. I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen, Let her not hurt me: I was never curst; 21 I have no gift at all in shrewishness; Let her not strike me: You, perhaps, may think, Her. Lower! hark, again. Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me. I evermore did love you, Hermia, Did ever keep your counsels, never wrong'd you; I told him of your stealth unto this wood: Her. Why, get you gone: Who is't that hin ders you? Hel. A foolish heart that I leave here behind. Hel. With Demetrius. Lys. Be not afraid she shall not harm thee, Helena. Dem. No, sir; she shall not, though you take her part. Hel. O! when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd : 2 That is, froward, cross, ill-conditioned, or ill-spoken. Sae was a vixen, when she went to school; Her. Little again! nothing but low and little!Why will you suffer her to flout me thus ? Let me come to her. Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf! You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made; 22 Dem. You are too officious In her behalf that scorns your services : Take not her part: for if thou dost intend Thou shalt aby it.23 Lys. Now she holds me not; Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Dem. Follow? nay, I'll go with thee cheek by jowl. [Exeunt Lys. and DEM. Her. You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you: Nay, go not back. Hel. Nor longer stay in I will not trust you, I; 25 your curst company. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray, 24 [Exit. Her. I am amaz'd, and know not what to say. [Exit, pursuing HELENA. 22 Knot-grass, it seems, was anciently supposed to stop the growth of those to whom it was applied. Thus, in Beaumont and Fletcher's Knight of the Burning Pestle, Act ii. sc. 2: "The child's a fatherless child, and say they should put him into a strait pair of gaskins, 'twere worse than knot-grass; he would never grow after it." "O, who can tell the hidden power of herbs, and might of magic spell!" Knot-grass is a low, creeping herb. H 23 That is, pay dearly for it, rue it. See note 14. 24 Is owing to you, is caused by you. Curst is shrewish. spiteful, not cursed, as readers are apt to suppose Obe. This is thy negligence: still thou mis tak'st, Or else committ'st thy knaveries wilfully. Puck. Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Did not you tell me I should know the man By the Athenian garments he had on? And so far blameless proves my enterprise, That I have 'nointed an Athenian's eyes: And so far am I glad it so did sort, As this their jangling I esteem a sport. Obe. Thou seest, these lovers seek a place to fight: Hie, therefore, Robin, overcast the night; The starry welkin cover thou anon With drooping fog, as black as Acheron; With league whose date till death shall never end. I'll to my queen, and beg her Indian boy; From monster's view, and all things shall be peace |