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the rude sea grew civil at her song,

      And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,

      To hear the sea-maid’s music?

       Puck.

      I remember.

       Obe.

      That very time I saw (but thou couldst not),

      Flying between the cold moon and the earth,

      Cupid all arm’d. A certain aim he took

      At a fair vestal throned by [the] west,

      And loos’d his love-shaft smartly from his bow,

      As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts;

      But I might see young Cupid’s fiery shaft

      Quench’d in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon,

      And the imperial vot’ress passed on,

      In maiden meditation, fancy-free.

      Yet mark’d I where the bolt of Cupid fell.

      It fell upon a little western flower,

      Before milk-white, now purple with love’s wound,

      And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

      Fetch me that flow’r; the herb I showed thee once.

      The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid

      Will make or man or woman madly dote

      Upon the next live creature that it sees.

      Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again

      Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

       Puck.

      I’ll put a girdle round about the earth

      In forty minutes.

       [Exit.]

       Obe.

      Having once this juice,

      I’ll watch Titania when she is asleep,

      And drop the liquor of it in her eyes;

      The next thing then she waking looks upon

      (Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,

      On meddling monkey, or on busy ape),

      She shall pursue it with the soul of love.

      And ere I take this charm from off her sight

      (As I can take it with another herb),

      I’ll make her render up her page to me.

      But who comes here? I am invisible,

      And I will overhear their conference.

       Enter Demetrius, Helena following him.

       Dem.

      I love thee not; therefore pursue me not.

      Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?

      The one I’ll [slay]; the other [slayeth] me.

      Thou toldst me they were stol’n unto this wood;

      And here am I, and wode within this wood,

      Because I cannot meet my Hermia.

      Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.

       Hel.

      You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant;

      But yet you draw not iron, for my heart

      Is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw,

      And I shall have no power to follow you.

       Dem.

      Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?

      Or rather do I not in plainest truth

      Tell you I do not [nor] I cannot love you?

       Hel.

      And even for that do I love you the more;

      I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,

      The more you beat me, I will fawn on you.

      Use me but as your spaniel; spurn me, strike me,

      Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave,

      Unworthy as I am, to follow you.

      What worser place can I beg in your love

      (And yet a place of high respect with me)

      Than to be used as you use your dog?

       Dem.

      Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit,

      For I am sick when I do look on thee.

       Hel.

      And I am sick when I look not on you.

       Dem.

      You do impeach your modesty too much,

      To leave the city and commit yourself

      Into the hands of one that loves you not;

      To trust the opportunity of night,

      And the ill counsel of a desert place,

      With the rich worth of your virginity.

       Hel.

      Your virtue is my privilege. For that

      It is not night when I do see your face,

      Therefore I think I am not in the night,

      Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,

      For you in my respect are all the world.

      Then how can it be said I am alone,

      When all the world is here to look on me?

       Dem.

      I’ll run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,

      And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.

       Hel.

      The wildest hath not such a heart as you.

      Run when you will; the story shall be chang’d:

      Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;

      The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind

      Makes speed to catch the tiger—bootless speed,

      When cowardice pursues and valor flies.

       Dem.

      I will not stay thy questions. Let me go;

      Or if thou follow me, do not believe

      But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.

       Hel.

      Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,

      You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!

      Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex.

      We cannot fight for love, as men may do.

      We should be woo’d, and were not made to woo.

       [Exit Demetrius.]

      I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,

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