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Have with our neelds created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
But yet a union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem;
So, with two seeming bodies, but one heart;
Two of the first, like coats in heraldry,
Due but to one, and crowned with one crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder,
To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly.
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it;
Though I alone do feel the injury.

Her. I am amazed at your passionate words. I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me.

Hel. "Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn, To follow me, and praise my eyes and face? And made your other love, Demetrius, (Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,) To call me goddess, nymph, divine, and rare, Precious, celestial ? Wherefore speaks he this To her he hates? And wherefore doth Lysander Deny your love, so rich within his soul, And tender me, forsooth, affection, But by your setting on, by your consent ? What though I be not so in grace as you, So hung upon with love, so fortunate, But miserable most, to love unloved ? This you should pity, rather than despise.

Her. I understand not what you mean by this. Hel. Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,

1 i. e. needles.

2 Mr. Douce thus explains this passage :-Helen says, we had two seeming bodies, but only one heart.” She then exemplifies the position by a simile—“ we had two of the first, i. e. bodies, like the double coats in heraldry that belong to man and wife as one person, but which, like our single heart, have but one crest." Malone explains the heraldic allusion differently, but not so clearly nor satisfactorily.

Make mows upon me when I turn my back;
Wink at each other; hold the sweet jest up.
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument.
But fare ye well. 'Tis partly mine own fault;
Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.

Lys. Stay, gentle Helena ; hear my excuse.
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!

Hel. O excellent!

Sweet, do not scorn her so.
Dem. If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
Lys. Thou canst compel no more than she entreat;
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,
To prove him false, that says I love thee not.

Dem. I say I love thee more than he can do.
Lys. If thou say so, withdraw and prove it too.
Dem. Quick, come, –

Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Lys. Away, you Ethiop!

No, no, he'll—Sir,3 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! Hated potion, hence !

1 Make mouths.
2 i. e. such a subject of light merriment.

3 This arrangement of the text is Malone's, who thus explains it :—The words he’U are not in the folio, and sir is not in the quarto. Demetrius, I suppose, would say, No, no, he'll not have the resolution to disengage himself from Hermia. But turning to Lysander, he addresses him ironically: “Sir, seem to break loose," &c.


Her. Do you not jest?

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.

Her. What, can you do me greater harm than hate?
Hate me! Wherefore? O me! What news, my love ?
Am not I Hermia ? Are not you Lysander ?
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Since night you loved me; yet since night you left
Why, then you left me,—0, the gods forbid ! —
In earnest shall I say?

Ay, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore, be out of hope, of question, doubt,
Be certain nothing truer.

'Tis no jest, That I do hate thee, and love Helena.

Her. O me, you juggler! you canker-blossom!" You thief of love! What, have you come by night, And stolen 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

Now I perceive that she hath made compare
Between our statures ; she hath urged her height,
And with her personage, her tall personage,
Her height, forsooth, she hath prevailed with him.-
And are you grown so high in his esteem,
Because I am so dwarfish, and so low?
How low am I, thou painted maypole ? Speak;

1 A worm that preys on the leaves or buds of flowers.

How low am 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;
I have no gift at all in shrewishness;
I am a right maid for my cowardice;
Let her not strike me. You, perhaps, may think,
Because she's something lower than myself,
That I can match 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 wronged you ; Save that, in love unto Demetrius, I told him of your stealth unto this wood. He followed you ; for love, I followed him. But he hath chid me hence, and threatened me To strike me, spurn me, nay, to kill me too: And now, so you will let me quiet go, To Athens will I bear my folly back, And follow you no farther. Let me go: You see how simple and how fond? I am.

Her. Why, get you gone. Who is't that hinders


Hel. A foolish heart that I leave here behind.
Her. What! with Lysander ?

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. She was a vixen, when she went to school ; And, though she be but little, she is fierce.

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;

1 i. e. froward, cross.

2 Foolish.

You minimus of hind'ring knot-grass made;
You bead, you acorn.

Dem. You are too officious
In her behalf that scorns your services.
Let her alone ; speak not of Helena;
Take not her part; for if thou dost intendo
Never so little show of love to her,
Thou shalt aby it.

Now she holds me not.
Now follow if thou dar'st, to try whose right,
Or thine, or mine, is most in Helena.
Dem. Follow ? Nay, I'll go with thee cheek by jole.

[Exeunt Lys. and DEM. Her. You, mistress, all this coil is ’long of you. Nay, go not back. Hei.

I will not trust you, I ; Nor longer stay in your curst company. Your hands, than mine, are quicker for a fray ; My legs are longer though, to run away. [Exit. Her. I am amazed, and know not what to say.

[Exit, pursuing HELENA. Obe. This is thy negligence; still thou mistak’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 see'st, these lovers seek a place to fight.
Hie, therefore, Robin, overcast the night;

welkin cover thou anon
With drooping fog, as black as Acheron;
And lead these testy rivals so astray,
As one come not within another's


1 Anciently knot-grass was believed to prevent the growth of children. 2 Pretend. 3 Aby it, for abide it, i. e. pay dearly for it, rue it. 4 Chance, fall out; from sort (French).

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