Page:A Midsummer-Nights Dream (Rackham).djvu/129

Rh Would so offend a virgin and extort

A poor soul’s patience, all to make you sport.

You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so;

For you love Hermia; this you know I know:

And here, with all good will, with all my heart,

In Hermia’s love I yield you up my part;

And yours of Helena to me bequeath,

Whom I do love and will do till my death.

Never did mockers waste more idle breath.

Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none:

If e’er I loved her, all that love is gone.

My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn’d,

And now to Helen is it home return’d,

There to remain.

Helen, it is not so.

Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,

Lest, to thy peril, thou aby it dear.

Look, where thy love comes; yonder is thy dear.

Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,