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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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SCENE V. Enter Demetrius and Hermia.

Ob.
Stand close, this is the same Athenian.

Puck.
This is the woman, but not this the man.

Dem.
O why rebuke you him that loves you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

-- 115 --

Her.
Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse,
For thou, I fear, hast giv'n me cause to curse:
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,
And kill me too.
The sun was not so true unto the day,
As he to me. Would he have stoll'n away
From sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon
This whole earth may be bor'd, and that the moon
May through the center creep, and so displease
Her brother's noon-tide with th' Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him,
So should a murtherer look, so dread, so grim.

Dem.
So should the a notemurther'd look, and so should I,
Pierc'd through the heart with your stern cruelty:
Yet you the murtherer look as bright and clear
As yonder Venus in her glimm'ring sphere.

Her.
What's this to my Lysander? where is he?
Ah good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Dem.
I'ad rather give his carcass to my hounds.

Her.
Out dog, out cur! thou driv'st me past the bounds
Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him then?
Henceforth be never number'd among men.
Oh! once tell true, and even for my sake,
Durst thou have look'd upon him, being awake?
And hast thou kill'd him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder do so much?
An adder did it, for with doubler tongue
Than thine thou serpent, never adder stung.

Dem.
You spend your passion on a mispris'd mood;
I am not guilty of Lysander's blood,
Nor is he dead for ought that I can tell.

Her.
I pray thee tell me then that he is well.

-- 116 --

Dem.
And if I could, what should I get therefore?

Her.
A privilege never to see me more;
And from thy hated presence part I so:
See me no more, whether he's dead or no.
[Exit.

Dem.
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.
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George Sewell [1723–5], The works of Shakespear in six [seven] volumes. Collated and Corrected by the former Editions, By Mr. Pope ([Vol. 7] Printed by J. Darby, for A. Bettesworth [and] F. Fayram [etc.], London) [word count] [S11101].
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