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Lys, How now, my love? Wliy is your chock so pale .. How chance thc roses there do fade so fast ?
Her. Bclike for want of rain, which I could well
Lys. Ah mc! for aught that I could cver read,
And erc a man hath power to say,-Bchold !.
Her. If then true lovers have been ever cross'd,
Lys. A good persuasion; therefore, hear me, Hermia.
My good Lysander!",
By all the vows that cvcr mcn have broke,
In number niorc than ever women spoke ;-
Lys. Keep promise, lovc. Look, here comes Helena.
..... HELENA cuters as if looking for thein. They previously go
aside. As HELENA secs then she starts with a pang, and HERMIA advances smilingly.
: Her. God speed fair Helena! Whither away ?
Hil. Call you me fair ? that sair again unsay.
[Coqucttishly. Hel. O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! Her. I give him curses, yet he gives me love.
. [Turns from LYSANDER, pettishly, and crosses. Hel. O that my prayers could such affection movc! Hcr. The more I hate, the more le follows me. Hel. The more Ilove, the more he hatcth me. llcr. His solly, Helena, is no sault of mine.
[LYSANDER knocls at her fect and kisses her hand. Hel. None, but your beauty ; would that fault were mine!
[Throws herself or scat and buries her licad in her hands.
Her. Take comfort, he no more sirall scc my face;
Bcforc thc time I did Lysandcr sce, .
Lys. Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:
ller. And in the wood, wlicrc often you and I
[Exit HERMIA, R.; the music of lyres is heard outside. Lys. I will, my Hermia.--Helena, adieu : As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! [Exit LYSANDER, L.:
Hel. How happy some o'er other-somc can bc!. Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. : But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; He will not know what all but he do know. [Sinks on scal, C. Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. : Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste, Wings, and no eyes, figurc unheedy haste; And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd. And ere Demetrius look'd on Hcrmia's eyne, He hail'd down oaths, that he was only mine; And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt So he dissolved and showers of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight :
SCENE 1.-AT PETER QUINCE'S HOUSE, IN ATHENS.
QUINCE enters from the R., meeting SNUG, who enters from the L., followed at first by SNOUT and STARVELING, and afterward by FLUTE and BOTTOM.
Quin. Is all our company here?
Snug. You were best to call them generally, man by man, according to the scrip.
Quin. Here is the scroll of cvery man's name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the duke and the duchess, on his wedding-day at night...
Star. First, good Peter Quince, say what the play treats on; then read the names of the actors; and so grow to a point.
Quin. Marry, our play is—The most lamentable comedy, and most cruel death of Pyramus and Thisbe. A very good piece of work, I assure you, and a merry.
Snug. Now, good Peter Quince, call forth your actors, by . the scroll : Masters, spread yourselves.
[They range theinselves in a semicircle about QUINCE,
who is c.
[BOTTOM enters from L., in a hurry.
Bot. That will ask some tears in the truc performing of it. If