Lys.Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!
Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!264
Her. Do you not jest?
Hel.Yes, sooth; and so do you.
Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.
Dem. I would I had your bond, for I perceive
A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word.
Lys. What! should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?269
Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.
Her. What! can you do me greater harm than hate?
Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love?272
Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander?
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
Since night you lov'd me; yet, since night you left me:
Why, then you left me,—O, the gods forbid!—
In earnest, shall I say?
Lys.Ay, by my life;277
And never did desire to see thee more.
Therefore be out of hope, of question, doubt;
Be certain, nothing truer: 'tis no jest,280
That I do hate thee and love Helena.
Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!
You thief of love! what! have you come by night
And stol'n my love's heart from him?
Hel.Fine, i' faith!
Have you no modesty, no maiden shame,285
No touch of bashfulness? What! will you tear
Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you!288
Her. Puppet! why, so: ay, that way goes the game.
Now I perceive that she hath made compare
282 canker-blossom: worm that destroys the blossom
