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(Oberon is present. Puck enters.)
Oberon: Hast thou brought the youths?
Puck: Oberon my Lord, the gentlemen you asketh for wander nay a league a way.
Oberon: Good; the ladies fair make the same description. Both groups shall wander here soon. Gentle Puck, stayeth with me. Thou must see what thine blunder has resulted in.
Puck: Good lord, I know mine mistake.
Oberon: Yes, thy knows thy mistake; let me rephrase: Thou must know the extent of thy blunder. Be quiet! Methinketh they approach. (Helena and Hermia reappear)
Hermia: Leaveth me alone!
Helena: I am sick when I think not of you!
Hermia: And yet you make me sick at sight! (Enter Lysander and Demetrius. Hermia runs to Lysander and tries to wrap her arms around him.) Lysander! What meaneth you in your flight from me? Have I done thee wrong in someway that I knoweth not about? If it be so, I grant thee full apology and ask – no, beg – for forgiveness. Come back to me!
Lysander: Back, wench! Keepeth from me!
Demetrius: You see this man, Gentle Hermia? Even before thy wedding to him he turns against you! Seeth now why thy father chose me over him? He knoweth who the loyal one is!
Oberon: Robin, when I give thee a signal, put them into a deep sleep.
Puck: Aye, milord.
Lysander: Demtrius, thou art not one to speak of disloyalty. Are not you the man who hath previously courted Helena? If Demetrius can switch emotions so quick, surely I must be able to also.
Hermia: Lysander, what art thou saying? Hast thou brought me, your incipient bride, to elope through this forest only for futile reasons? Lysander, come to thy senses! In leaving me so you prove my father right, that you chase only what thou canst have. Demetrius, I am sorry. Thou hast proven thyself correct, and for this I am bound in debt.
Demetrius: Dost this mean you will marry me?
Hermia: No, that is what I am sorry for. I shall run to convent dark, Theseus didst give me that choice. Farewell, Lysander, forever object of my devotion. When you come to your senses, go find a whore and marry her. Surely she shalt not mind wandering eyne, even after word so beautiful hath been spoken. (Exits)
Helena: Lysander! Never a beast was so cruel! Hermia now shall never know the joys of married life; Woe to her and me! I must try to revive the fair and innocent!
Lysander: Whore? Told me she to find a whore?
Demetrius: Fair and gentle lady, thine intentions are good, but give Hermia some time, distressed she must be.
Lysander: How could she? Never hath I ever wanted a whore!
Demetrius: She had reason good, Lysander. You did leave her side.
Helena: And left her open for me! Thank you, Lysander.
Demetrius: And you hath left me alone – thank you Helena.
Lysander: I will not marry a whore! O, the shame.
Demetrius: Will you shut up? We must not let Hermia enter the convent. Such a fair and sweet lady dost not deserve a life of prayer and sadness.
Lysander: Let her go into the convent – then you can abduct her and marry her then, Helena.
Helena: O! Meliketh that plan!
Demetrius: Helena: Tis improper. That cannot happen!
Lysander: Dost thou have a better plan?
Demetrius: Indeed. I will abduct and marry the lady.
Helena: But tis I who love her!
Demtrius: You are not the only one. (The two argue.)
Lysander: Be quiet, both of you! Now we needeth our sleep; tis very late at night. We will draw straws when morning breaketh.
Puck: Master, thou didnst give me the word! Oberon: Mefoundeth this funny. Oberon hast come up with a better then these foolish mortals have. Be patient, gentle puck. Entertained you will be!
(Oberon is present. Puck enters.)
Oberon: Hast thou brought the youths?
Puck: Oberon my Lord, the gentlemen you asketh for wander nay a league a way.
Oberon: Good; the ladies fair make the same description. Both groups shall wander here soon. Gentle Puck, stayeth with me. Thou must see what thine blunder has resulted in.
Puck: Good lord, I know mine mistake.
Oberon: Yes, thy knows thy mistake; let me rephrase: Thou must know the extent of thy blunder. Be quiet! Methinketh they approach. (Helena and Hermia reappear)
Hermia: Leaveth me alone!
Helena: I am sick when I think not of you!
Hermia: And yet you make me sick at sight! (Enter Lysander and Demetrius. Hermia runs to Lysander and tries to wrap her arms around him.) Lysander! What meaneth you in your flight from me? Have I done thee wrong in someway that I knoweth not about? If it be so, I grant thee full apology and ask – no, beg – for forgiveness. Come back to me!
Lysander: Back, wench! Keepeth from me!
Demetrius: You see this man, Gentle Hermia? Even before thy wedding to him he turns against you! Seeth now why thy father chose me over him? He knoweth who the loyal one is!
Oberon: Robin, when I give thee a signal, put them into a deep sleep.
Puck: Aye, milord.
Lysander: Demtrius, thou art not one to speak of disloyalty. Are not you the man who hath previously courted Helena? If Demetrius can switch emotions so quick, surely I must be able to also.
Hermia: Lysander, what art thou saying? Hast thou brought me, your incipient bride, to elope through this forest only for futile reasons? Lysander, come to thy senses! In leaving me so you prove my father right, that you chase only what thou canst have. Demetrius, I am sorry. Thou hast proven thyself correct, and for this I am bound in debt.
Demetrius: Dost this mean you will marry me?
Hermia: No, that is what I am sorry for. I shall run to convent dark, Theseus didst give me that choice. Farewell, Lysander, forever object of my devotion. When you come to your senses, go find a whore and marry her. Surely she shalt not mind wandering eyne, even after word so beautiful hath been spoken. (Exits)
Helena: Lysander! Never a beast was so cruel! Hermia now shall never know the joys of married life; Woe to her and me! I must try to revive the fair and innocent!
Lysander: Whore? Told me she to find a whore?
Demetrius: Fair and gentle lady, thine intentions are good, but give Hermia some time, distressed she must be.
Lysander: How could she? Never hath I ever wanted a whore!
Demetrius: She had reason good, Lysander. You did leave her side.
Helena: And left her open for me! Thank you, Lysander.
Demetrius: And you hath left me alone – thank you Helena.
Lysander: I will not marry a whore! O, the shame.
Demetrius: Will you shut up? We must not let Hermia enter the convent. Such a fair and sweet lady dost not deserve a life of prayer and sadness.
Lysander: Let her go into the convent – then you can abduct her and marry her then, Helena.
Helena: O! Meliketh that plan!
Demetrius: Helena: Tis improper. That cannot happen!
Lysander: Dost thou have a better plan?
Demetrius: Indeed. I will abduct and marry the lady.
Helena: But tis I who love her!
Demtrius: You are not the only one. (The two argue.)
Lysander: Be quiet, both of you! Now we needeth our sleep; tis very late at night. We will draw straws when morning breaketh.
Puck: Master, thou didnst give me the word! Oberon: Mefoundeth this funny. Oberon hast come up with a better then these foolish mortals have. Be patient, gentle puck. Entertained you will be!