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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
act iii
Demetrius.
Away, you Ethiope! No, no; he’ll…
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.
Sweet love,— Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!
Hermia.
Do you not jest?
Helena.
Do you not jest? 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.
