Page 2674 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1

You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too? [150]
If you were men, as men you are in show,
You would not use a gentle lady so:
To vow, and swear, and superpraise my parts,
When I am sure you hate me with yor hearts.
You both are rivals, and love Hermia; [155]
And now both rivals to mock Helena.
A trim exploit, a manly enterprise,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid’s eyes
With your derision! None of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin, and extort [160]
A poor soul’s patience, all to make you sport.

LY SANDER

You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so,
For you love Hermia; this you know I know:
And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia’s love I yield you up my part; [165]
And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
Whom I do love, and will do till my death.

HELENA

Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

DEMET RIUS

Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none.
If ere I lov’d her, all that love is gone. [170]
My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn’d,
And now to Helen is it home return’d,
There to remain.

LY SANDER

Helen, it is not so.

DEMET RIUS

Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,
Lest to thy peril thou aby it dear. [175]
Look where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.