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I am not guilty of Lysander’s blood; [75]
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

HERMIA

I pray thee tell me then that he is well.

DEMET RIUS

And if I could, what should I get therefor?

HERMIA

A privilege, never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so: [80]
See me no more, whether he be dead or no.

Exit.

DEMET RIUS

There is no following her in this fierce vein;
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So sorrow’s heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe; [85]
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.

Lies down (and sleeps).
(Oberon and Puck come forward.)

OBERON

What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite,
And laid the love-juice on some true love’s sight;
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue [90]
Some true love turn’d, and not a false turn’d true.

PUCK

Then fate o’er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

OBERON

About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find; [95]
All fancy-sick she is, and pale of cheer
With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.