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Title: Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream
Year: 1914 (1910s)
Authors: Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616 Robinson, W. Heath (William Heath), 1872-1944, ill
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Publisher: New York : H. Holt
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
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: The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laidWill make or man or woman madly doteUpon the next live creature that it sees.Fetch me this herb ; and be thou here againEre the leviathan can swim a league. Puck. Ill put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. (Exit. Oberon. Having once this juice, Ill watch Titania when she is asleep,And drop the liquor of it in her eyes.The next thing then she waking looks upon,Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull,On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,She shall pursue it with the soul of love :And ere I take this charm from off her sight,As I can take it with another herb,Ill make her render up her page to me.But who comes here ? I am invisible,And I will overhear their conference. Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him. Demetrius. I love thee not, therefore persue me not.Where is Lysander and fair Hermia ?The one Ill slay, the other slayeth me.Thou toldst me they were stolen unto this wood ;And here am I, and wood within this wood, ACT II. 44 Sc. I.
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Puck. How now, spirit! whither wander you? A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Because I cannot meet my Hermia. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. Helena. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant ;But yet you draw not iron, for my heartIs true as steel : leave you your power to draw,And I shall have no power to follow you. Demetrius. Do I entice you ? do I speak you fair ?Or, rather, do I not in plainest truthTell you, I do not nor I cannot love you ? Helena. 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 yo^. :Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me,Neglect me, lose me ; only give me leave,Unworthy as I am, to follow you.What worser place can I beg in your love,-And yet a place of high respect with me,—Than to be used as you use your dog ? Demetrius. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit ;For I am sick when I do look on thee. Helena. And I am sick when I look not on you. Demetrius. You do impeach your modest

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