Shakespeare lines Hermia

Demetrius: O, why rebuke you him that loves you so?

Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse,

For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse,

Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse,

For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse,

If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,

Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,

And kill me too.

If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,

Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,

And kill me too.

The sun was not so true unto the day

As he to me: would he have stolen away

From sleeping Hermia

The sun was not so true unto the day

As he to me: would he have stolen away

From sleeping Hermia

It cannot be but thou hast murder'd him;

So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim.

Demetrius: So should the murder'd look, and so should I,

Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty:

Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,

As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

What's this to my Lysander? where is he?

Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?

Demetrius: I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.

Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds

Of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then?

Henceforth be never number'd among men!

Demetrius: You spend your passion on a misprised mood:

I am not guilty of Lysander's blood;

Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.

Demetrius: An if I could, what should I get therefore?

A privilege never to see me more.

And from thy hated presence part I so:

See me no more, whether he be dead or no.

Demetrius: 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.

Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;

Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound

But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

Lysander: Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?

What love could press Lysander from my side?

Lysander: Why seek'st thou me? could not this make thee know,

The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?

You speak not as you think: it cannot be.

Helena: Lo, she is one of this confederacy!

… It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly:

Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,

Though I alone do feel the injury.

I am amazed at your passionate words.

I scorn you not: it seems that you scorn me.

Helena: Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,…

and wherefore doth Lysander

Deny your love, so rich within his soul,

And tender me, forsooth, affection,

I understand not what you mean by this.

Lysander: Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse:

My love, my life my soul, fair Helena!

Helena: O excellent!

Sweet, do not scorn her so.

Lysander: If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too.

Demetrius: Quick, come!

Lysander, where to tends all this?

Lysander: Away, you Ethiope!

Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile thing, let loose,

Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent!

Why are you grown so rude? what change is this?

Sweet love,--

Lysander: Thy love! out, tawny Tartar, out!

Out, loathed medicine! hated potion, hence!

Do you not jest?

Lysander: What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?

Although I hate her, I'll not harm her so.

What, can you do me greater harm than hate?

Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love!

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.

Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander?

I am as fair now as I was erewhile.

Since night you loved me; yet since night you left

me:

Why, then you left me--O, the gods forbid!--

In earnest, shall I say?

Lysander: Ay, by my life;

And never did desire to see thee more.

Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;

Be certain, nothing truer; 'tis no jest

That I do hate thee and love Helena.

O me! you juggler! you canker-blossom!

You thief of love! what, have you come by night

And stolen my love's heart from him?

Helena: 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!

Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game.

Now I perceive that she hath made compare

Between our statures; she hath urged her height;

Puppet? why so? ay, that way goes the game.

Now I perceive that she hath made compare

Between our statures; she hath urged her height;

And with her personage, her tall personage,

Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.

And with her personage, her tall personage,

Her height, forsooth, she hath prevail'd with him.

And are you grown so high in his esteem;

Because I am so dwarfish and so low?

And are you grown so high in his esteem;

Because I am so dwarfish and so low?

How low am I, thou painted maypole? speak;

How low am I? I am not yet so low

But that my nails can reach unto thine eyes.

Helena: I pray you, though you mock me, gentlemen,

Let her not hurt me: I was never curst;

I have no gift at all in shrewishness;

I am a right maid for my cowardice:

Let her not strike me. You perhaps may think,

Because she is something lower than myself,

That I can match her.

Lower! hark, again.

Helena: O, when she's angry, she is keen and shrewd!

She was a vixen when she went to school;

And though she be but little, she is fierce.

'Little' again! nothing but 'low' and 'little'!

Why will you suffer her to flout me thus?

Let me come to her.

Demetrius: Follow! nay, I'll go with thee, cheek by jole.

[Lysander and Demetrius exit.]

You, mistress, all this coil is 'long of you:

Nay, go not back.

Helena: I will not trust you, I,

Nor longer stay in your curst company.

Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,

My legs are longer though, to run away.

I am amazed, and know not what to say.