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OBERON But we are spirits of another sort: I with the Morning’s love have oft made sport; And, like a forester, the groves may tread Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. But, notwithstanding, haste, make no delay; We may effect this business yet ere day. Exit OBERON PUCK Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down. I am fear’d in field and town. Goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one. Enter LYSANDER LYSANDER Where art thou, proud Demetrius? Speak thou now. PUCK Here, villain, drawn and ready. Where art thou? LYSANDER I will be with thee straight. PUCK Follow me, then, To plainer ground. Exit LYSANDER as following the voice Enter DEMETRIUS DEMETRIUS Lysander, speak again. Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? PUCK Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant, come, thou child; I’ll whip thee with a rod. He is defil’d That draws a sword on thee. DEMETRIUS Yea, art thou there? PUCK Follow my voice; we’ll try no manhood here. Exeunt Re-enter LYSANDER LYSANDER He goes before me, and still dares me on; When I come where he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter heel’d than I. I followed fast, but faster he did fly, That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. [Lies down] Come, thou gentle day. For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I’ll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. [Sleeps] Re-enter PUCK and DEMETRIUS PUCK Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why com’st thou not? DEMETRIUS Abide me, if thou dar’st; for well I wot Thou run’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. DEMETRIUS 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. |
