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HELENA . Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born ? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn ? Is’t not enough , is’t not enough , young man , That I did never , no , nor never can Deserve a sweet look from Demetrius ’ eye , But you must flout my insufficiency ? Good troth , you do me wrong , good sooth , you do , In such disdainful manner me to woo . But fare you well ; perforce I must confess , I thought you lord of more true gentleness . O , that a lady of one man refus’d , Should of another therefore be abus’d ! [ Exit . ] LYSANDER . She sees not Hermia . Hermia , sleep thou there , And never mayst thou come Lysander near ! For , as a surfeit of the sweetest things The deepest loathing to the stomach brings ; Or as the heresies that men do leave Are hated most of those they did deceive ; So thou , my surfeit and my heresy , Of all be hated , but the most of me ! And , all my powers , address your love and might To honour Helen , and to be her knight ! [ Exit . ] HERMIA . [ Starting . ] Help me , Lysander , help me ! Do thy best To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast ! Ay me , for pity ! What a dream was here ! Lysander , look how I do quake with fear . Methought a serpent eat my heart away , And you sat smiling at his cruel prey . Lysander ! What , removed ? Lysander ! lord ! What , out of hearing ? Gone ? No sound , no word ? Alack , where are you ? Speak , and if you hear ; Speak , of all loves ! I swoon almost with fear . No ? Then I well perceive you are not nigh . Either death or you I’ll find immediately . [ Exit . ] ACT III SCENE I . The Wood . The Queen of Fairies still lying asleep . Enter Bottom , Quince , Snout , Starveling , Snug and Flute . BOTTOM . Are we all met ? QUINCE . Pat , pat ; and here’s a marvellous convenient place for our rehearsal . This green plot shall be our stage , this hawthorn brake our tiring - house ; and we will do it in action , as we will do it before the Duke . BOTTOM . Peter Quince ? QUINCE . What sayest thou , bully Bottom ? BOTTOM . There are things in this comedy of Pyramus and Thisbe that will never please . First , Pyramus must draw a sword to kill himself ; which the ladies cannot abide . How answer you that ? SNOUT By’r lakin , a parlous fear . STARVELING . I believe we must leave the killing out , when all is done . BOTTOM . Not a whit ; I have a device to make all well . Write me a prologue , and let the prologue seem to say we will do no harm with our swords , and that Pyramus is not killed indeed ; and for the more better assurance , tell them that I Pyramus am not Pyramus but Bottom the weaver . This will put them out of fear . QUINCE . Well , we will have such a prologue ; and it shall be written in eight and six . BOTTOM . No , make it two more ; let it be written in eight and eight . SNOUT Will not the ladies be afeard of the lion ? STARVELING . I fear it , I promise you . BOTTOM . Masters , you ought to consider with yourselves , to bring in ( God shield us ! ) a lion among ladies is a most dreadful thing . For there is not a more fearful wild - fowl than your lion living ; and we ought to look to it .
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