DEMETRIUS
I love thee not, therefore pursue me not. Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? The one I'll slay, the other
slayeth me. Thou told'st me they were stolen unto this wood; And here am I, and wode within this wood, Because
I cannot meet my Hermia. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. HELENA
You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel: leave
you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you. DEMETRIUS
Do I entice you? do I speak you fair? Or, rather, do I not in plainest truth Tell you, I do not, nor I cannot
love you? HELENA
And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I
will fawn on you: Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me
leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worser place can I beg in your love, And yet a place of high
respect with me, Than to be used as you use your dog? DEMETRIUS
Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; For I am sick when I do look on thee. HELENA
And I am sick when I look not on you. DEMETRIUS
You do impeach your modesty too much, To leave the city and commit yourself Into the hands of one that
loves you not; To trust the opportunity of night And the ill counsel of a desert place With the rich worth of
your virginity. HELENA
Your virtue is my privilege: for that It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the
night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you in my respect are all the world: Then how can it
be said I am alone, When all the world is here to look on me? DEMETRIUS
I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. HELENA
The wildest hath not such a heart as you. Run when you will, the story shall be changed: Apollo flies, and
Daphne holds the chase; The dove pursues the griffin; the mild hind Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless
speed, When cowardice pursues and valour flies. DEMETRIUS
I will not stay thy questions; let me go: Or, if thou follow me, do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in
the wood.
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