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Lys.Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out! Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!

Her. Do you not jest?

Hel.Yes, sooth; and so do you.

Lys. Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee.

Dem. I would I had your bond, for I perceive A weak bond holds you: I'll not trust your word.

Lys. What! should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead? Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

Her. What! can you do me greater harm than hate? Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love? Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander? I am as fair now as I was erewhile. Since night you lov'd me; yet, since night you left me: Why, then you left me,—O, the gods forbid!— In earnest, shall I say?

Lys.Ay, by my life; And never did desire to see thee more. Therefore be out of hope, of question, doubt; Be certain, nothing truer: 'tis no jest, That I do hate thee and love Helena.

Her. O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom! You thief of love! what! have you come by night And stol'n my love's heart from him?

Hel.Fine, i' faith! Have you no modesty, no maiden shame, No touch of bashfulness? What! will you tear Impatient answers from my gentle tongue? Fie, fie! you counterfeit, you puppet you!

Her. Puppet! why, so: ay, that way goes the game. Now I perceive that she hath made compare  282 canker-blossom: worm that destroys the blossom 