Hermia.
A privilege never to see me more.
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he be dead or no. [Exit.
Demetrius.
There is no following her in this fierce vein:
Here therefore for a while I will remain.
So sorrow’s heaviness doth heavier grow
For debt that bankrupt sleep doth sorrow owe;
Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
If for his tender here I make some stay.
[Lies down and sleeps.
Oberon.
What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite
And laid the love-juice on some true-love’s sight:
Of thy misprision must perforce ensue
Some true love turn’d and not a false turn’d true.
Puck.
Then fate o’er-rules, that, one man holding troth,
A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
Oberon.
About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens look thou find:
All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,
