ACT III.
2. SCENE II. Another part of the wood.
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LYSANDER
 
Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse;
 
My love, my life, my soul, fair Helena! 
 
HELENA
 
O excellent! 
 
HERMIA
 
Sweet, do not scorn her so. 
 
DEMETRIUS
 
If she cannot entreat, I can compel. 
 
LYSANDER
 
Thou canst compel no more than she entreat;
 
Thy threats have no more strength than her weak prayers.--
 
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. 
 
DEMETRIUS
 
I say I love thee more than he can do. 
 
LYSANDER
 
If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. 
 
DEMETRIUS
 
Quick, come,-- 
 
HERMIA
 
Lysander, whereto tends all this? 
 
LYSANDER
 
Away, you Ethiope! 
 
DEMETRIUS
 
No, no, sir:--he will
 
Seem to break loose; take on as you would follow:
 
But yet come not. You are a tame man; go! 
 
LYSANDER
 
Hang off, thou cat, thou burr: vile thing, let loose,
 
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent. 
 
HERMIA
 
Why are you grown so rude? what change is this,
 
Sweet love? 
 
LYSANDER
 
Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!
 
Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence! 
 
HERMIA
 
Do you not jest? 
 
HELENA
 
Yes, sooth; and so do you. 
 
LYSANDER
 
Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. 
 
DEMETRIUS
 
I would I had your bond; for I perceive
 
A weak bond holds you; I'll not trust your word. 
 
LYSANDER
 
What! should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
 
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so. 
 
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