Hermia.
You, mistress, all this coil is ’long of you: Nay, go
not back.
Helena.
not back. 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. [Exit.
Hermia.
I am amazed, and know not what to say. [Exit.
Oberon.
This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest,
Or else committ’st thy knaveries wilfully.
Puck.
Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook.
Did not you tell me I should know the man
By the Athenian garment he had on?
And so far blameless proves my enterprise,
That I have ’nointed an Athenian’s eyes;
And so far am I glad it so did sort
As this their jangling I esteem a sport.
Oberon.
Thou see’st these lovers seek a place to fight:
