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Lysander: Together we can make the couple greatest!
Demetrius: Nay, methinketh you hath become disturbed of greatest measure. Begone, lunatic! Begone, disturbed creature! You do not belong near me.
Lysander: Methinketh not so! Methinketh you belong under me, we together making sweetest nymph music. Why should you think I woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears. Look when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, in their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, bearing the badge of faith to prove them true?
Demetrius: Those vows belong to Hermia; not I. You hath no right to give them to anyone, not Fair Hermia, or a man who so valiantly chase a maid.
Demetrius: Mine ears fight to ignore you so, so much that they will take no more. (Exits, and sneaks back and hides behind a tree)
Lysander: Lysander will find thee, Demetrius! (Exits. Demetrius comes out of hiding) Demetrius: Demetrius dost not know what on goes in Lysanders odd head. If Lysander hath chased Hermia these long years, and yet still chases me, a man, in sudden bliss, something must have chang'd his mind. Demetrius must go find Hermia, and save her from this madness. Demetrius only wishes he hath saved her sooner! (Exits. Hermia runs in, followed closely by Helena)
Hermia: Leave thy news't prey be! Helena said herself "Women were made to be wooed, but not to woo!"
Helena: Helena thinketh differently now. (Gets on ground and starts brushing herself on Hermia like a very affectionate cat)
Hermia: Up, mangy venomous feline! Go back to thine precious Demetrius!
Helena: Demetrius to me was like a raindrop – beauty filled for moment brief. Nothing more then a passing apparation. But you, Fair, Fair Hermia, are much more! Long have mine lips longed longed for thy touch.
Hermia: O spite! O hell! I see you are bent to set against me for your merriment. If you were civil and knew courtesy, you would not do me thus much injury. Can you not hate me, as I know you do, but you must join in souls to mock me too?
Helena: Mockery? You think I mean to make you a mockery of? (Enter Oberon, watching silently).
Hermia: Nothing else mean you could!
Helena: Sweet friend, never I could mock thee! Thou art the object of my devotion, and you will also be. Be mine, good friend. I promise thou wouldst not be hurt in any way, ever.
Hermia: Friend, no two women could make a living together, nor be looked well upon. I look at you as a friend; a childhood companion, and I give you that sort of love, but nothing more.
Helena: Thou canst not love me! I am sick when I look not upon you. Please, cast thy family worries to the side, we can be happy together!
Hermia: We cannot. (Exits)
Helena: Hermia thinketh that our marriage woulds't work. Helena dost not thinketh that way, but imagines a happy life. Helena must convince Hermia! (Exits)
Oberon: Mine sprite should drive gentlemen sweet here, or at least slow their progress, so the jumbled love affair of youths can resolved be. Alas, Oberon is greatly disturbed that his spirit trusted made this error great. Puck must see what he hath done wrong, and he will see!
Lysander: Together we can make the couple greatest!
Demetrius: Nay, methinketh you hath become disturbed of greatest measure. Begone, lunatic! Begone, disturbed creature! You do not belong near me.
Lysander: Methinketh not so! Methinketh you belong under me, we together making sweetest nymph music. Why should you think I woo in scorn? Scorn and derision never come in tears. Look when I vow, I weep; and vows so born, in their nativity all truth appears. How can these things in me seem scorn to you, bearing the badge of faith to prove them true?
Demetrius: Those vows belong to Hermia; not I. You hath no right to give them to anyone, not Fair Hermia, or a man who so valiantly chase a maid.
Demetrius: Mine ears fight to ignore you so, so much that they will take no more. (Exits, and sneaks back and hides behind a tree)
Lysander: Lysander will find thee, Demetrius! (Exits. Demetrius comes out of hiding) Demetrius: Demetrius dost not know what on goes in Lysanders odd head. If Lysander hath chased Hermia these long years, and yet still chases me, a man, in sudden bliss, something must have chang'd his mind. Demetrius must go find Hermia, and save her from this madness. Demetrius only wishes he hath saved her sooner! (Exits. Hermia runs in, followed closely by Helena)
Hermia: Leave thy news't prey be! Helena said herself "Women were made to be wooed, but not to woo!"
Helena: Helena thinketh differently now. (Gets on ground and starts brushing herself on Hermia like a very affectionate cat)
Hermia: Up, mangy venomous feline! Go back to thine precious Demetrius!
Helena: Demetrius to me was like a raindrop – beauty filled for moment brief. Nothing more then a passing apparation. But you, Fair, Fair Hermia, are much more! Long have mine lips longed longed for thy touch.
Hermia: O spite! O hell! I see you are bent to set against me for your merriment. If you were civil and knew courtesy, you would not do me thus much injury. Can you not hate me, as I know you do, but you must join in souls to mock me too?
Helena: Mockery? You think I mean to make you a mockery of? (Enter Oberon, watching silently).
Hermia: Nothing else mean you could!
Helena: Sweet friend, never I could mock thee! Thou art the object of my devotion, and you will also be. Be mine, good friend. I promise thou wouldst not be hurt in any way, ever.
Hermia: Friend, no two women could make a living together, nor be looked well upon. I look at you as a friend; a childhood companion, and I give you that sort of love, but nothing more.
Helena: Thou canst not love me! I am sick when I look not upon you. Please, cast thy family worries to the side, we can be happy together!
Hermia: We cannot. (Exits)
Helena: Hermia thinketh that our marriage woulds't work. Helena dost not thinketh that way, but imagines a happy life. Helena must convince Hermia! (Exits)
Oberon: Mine sprite should drive gentlemen sweet here, or at least slow their progress, so the jumbled love affair of youths can resolved be. Alas, Oberon is greatly disturbed that his spirit trusted made this error great. Puck must see what he hath done wrong, and he will see!