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52  Thou runn'st before me, shifting every place, And dar'st not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thou now?

Puck.Come hither: I am here.

Dem. Nay then, thou mock'st me. Thou shalt buy this dear, If ever I thy face by daylight see: Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me To measure out my length on this cold bed: By day's approach look to be visited.

[Lies down and sleeps.]

Hel. O weary night! O long and tedious night, &emsp;Abate thy hours! shine, comforts, from the east! That I may back to Athens by daylight, &emsp;From these that my poor company detest: And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Sleep.

Puck. Yet but three? Come one more; Two of both kinds make up four. Here she comes, curst and sad: Cupid is a knavish lad, Thus to make poor females mad.

Her. Never so weary, never so in woe, Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers, I can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my desires. Here will I rest me till the break of day.  432 Abate: shorten 