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LY SANDER
Away, you Ethiope!
DEMET RIUS
No, no; he’ll
Seem to break loose-(To Lysander.) take on as you would follow,
But yet come not! You are a tame man, go!
LY SANDER
Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! Vile thing, let loose, [260]
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.
HERMIA
Why are you grown so rude? What change is this,
Sweet love?
LY SANDER
Thy love? Out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine! O hated potion, hence!
HERMIA
Do you not jest?
HELENA
Yes sooth, and so do you. [265]
LY SANDER
Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.
DEMET RIUS
I would I had your bond, for I perceive
A weak bond holds you; I’ll not trust your word.
LY SANDER
What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
Although I hate her, I’ll not harm her so. [270]
HERMIA
What, can you do me greater harm than hate?
