. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . er,With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear :By some illusion see thou bring her here :Ill charm his eyes against she do appear. ACT III. 97 Sc. II. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Puck. I go, I go ; look how I go, Swifter than arrow from the Tartars bow. \ her on. Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupids archery, Sink in apple of his eye. When his love he doth espy, Let her shine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky. When thou wakest, if she be by, Beg of her for remedy. Re-enter Captain of our fairy band, Helena i
. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . er,With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear :By some illusion see thou bring her here :Ill charm his eyes against she do appear. ACT III. 97 Sc. II. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Puck. I go, I go ; look how I go, Swifter than arrow from the Tartars bow. \ her on. Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupids archery, Sink in apple of his eye. When his love he doth espy, Let her shine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky. When thou wakest, if she be by, Beg of her for remedy. Re-enter Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand : And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lovers fee. Shall we their fond pageant see ? Lord, what fools these mortals be !Oberon. Stand aside : the noise they make, Will cause Demetrius to Then will two at once woo one ; That must needs be sport alone ; And those things do best please me That befal preposterously. Enter HELENA and Why should you think that I should woo in scorn ?ACT III. 08 Sc. Second Fairy. One aloof stand sentinel. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Scorn and derision never come in tears :Look, when I vow, I weep ; and vows so born, In their nativity all truth can these things in me seem scorn to you,Bearing the badge of faith, to prove them true ?Helena. You do advance your cunning more and more. When truth kills truth, O devilish-holy fray !These vows are Hermias : will you give her oer ?Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh :Your vows to her and me, put in two scales, Will even weigh ; and both as light as I had no judgment when to her I Nor none, in my mind, now you give her oer. Lysander. Demetrius loves her, and he loves not [Awaking.] O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine ! To what, my love, shall I compare thine eyne ?Crystal is muddy. O, how ripe in showThy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow !That pure congealed white, high T
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