A Midsummer Night's Dream Page #5

It fell upon

a little western flower,

before milk-white,

now purple with love's wound.

Fetch me that flower.

The juice of it,

on sleeping eyelids laid,

will make all man, all woman

madly dote

upon the next live creature

that it sees.

Fetch me this herb

and be thou here again

ere the leviathan

can swim a league.

I'll put a girdle

round about the Earth

in 40 minutes.

Having once this juice,

I'll watch Titania

when she's asleep

and drop the liquor of it

in her eyes.

The next thing then

she waking looks upon...

she shall pursue it

with the soul of love.

And ere I take this charm

from off her sight,

I'll make her render up

her page to me.

I'll make her renderup

herpage to me.

Demetrius:
I love thee not,

therefore pursue me not!

Where is Lysanderand fair Hermia?

Thou toldst me they were

stolen unto this wood,

and here am I,

and wode within this wood,

because I cannot meet my Hermia!

Hence!

Get thee gone

and follow me no more!

[ Honk Honk ]

[ Honk Honk ]

[ Giggling ]

Do I entice you?

Do I speak you fair?

Or rather, do I not

in plainest truth tell you

I do not,

nor I cannot, love you?

And even for that

do I love you the more.

I am your spaniel.

And, Demetrius,

the more you beat me,

I will fawn on you.

Use me but as your spaniel.

Spurn me, strike me,

neglect me, lose me,

but give me leave,

unworthy as I am,

to follow you.

What worser place

can I beg in your love

than to be used

as you use your dog?

Tempt not too much

the hatred of my spirit,

for I am sick

when I do look on thee.

And I am sick

when I look not on you!

Do...

impeach your modesty

too much

to leave the city

and commit yourself

into the hands of one

that loves you not?

To trust the opportunity

of night...

and the ill counsel

of a desert place

with the rich worth

of your virginity?

Your virtue

is my privilege.

For that

it is not night

when I do see your face.

Therefore I think

I am not in the night.

Nor doth this wood

lack worlds of company,

for you in my respect

are all the world.

I'll run from thee

and hide me in the brakes

and leave thee to

the mercy of wild beasts!

The wildest hath not

such a heart as you.

Run when you will,

the story shall be changed.

Apollo flies,

and Daphne holds the chase.

The dove pursues the griffin.

I will not stay thy questions!

Let me go!

Or if thou follow me,

do not believe

but I shall do thee

mischief in the wood!

Aye, in the temple,

in the town, in the field,

you do me mischief--oh!

Fie, Demetrius!

Your wrongs do set

a scandal on mysex!

Oh!

We cannot fight for love

as men may do.

We should be wooed

and were not made to woo.

I'll follow thee

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