Page 2677 - Shakespeare - Vol. 1
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Ay, do! Persever: counterfeit sad looks,
Make mouths upon me when I turn my back,
Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up;
This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled. [240]
If you have any pity, grace, or manners,
You would not make me such an argument.
But fare ye well; ’tis partly my own fault,
Which death, or absence, soon shall remedy.
LY SANDER
Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse; [245]
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena!
HELENA
O excellent!
HERMIA
Sweet, do not scorn her so.
DEMET RIUS
If she cannot entreat, I can compel.
LY SANDER
Thou canst compel no more than she entreat;
Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers. [250]
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.
DEMET RIUS
I say I love thee more than he can do.
LY SANDER
If thou say so, withdraw and prove it too. [255]
DEMET RIUS
Quick, come!
HERMIA
Lysander, whereto tends all this?
