Page 2657 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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This flower’s force in stirring love. Exit.
Night and silence - Who is here? Exit.
Weeds of Athens he doth wear: [70]
This is he my master said
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul, she durst not lie [75]
Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the power this charm doth owe:
When thou wak’st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eyelid. [80]
So awake when I am gone;
For I must now to Oberon.
Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.
HELENA
Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius!
DEMET RIUS
I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus.
HELENA
O wilt thou darkling leave me? Do not so. [85]
DEMET RIUS
Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.
HELENA
O, I am out of breath in this fond chase!
The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace.
Happy is Hermia, wheresoe’er she lies,
For she hath blessed and attractive eyes. [90]
How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt tears;
If so, my eyes are oftener wash’d than hers.
No, no; I am as ugly as a bear,
