Helena 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. Hermia Lower? Hark again. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "lower"
Helena Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you! Hermia 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 prevailed with him. 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. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "maypole"
Helena Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you! Hermia 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 prevailed with him. 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. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "her personage"
Lysander Demetrius, I will keep my word with thee. Demetrius I would I had your bond, for I perceive A weak bond holds you. I'll not trust your word. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "weak bond"
Lysander Out, loathèd med’cine. O hated potion, hence. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "loathèd med'cine"
Lysander [To Hermia] Hang off, thou cat, thou burr . Vile thing, let loose, Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent. Hermia Why are you grown so rude? What change is this, Sweet love? Lysander Thy love? Out, tawny Tartar, out. Out, loathèd med’cine. O hated potion, hence. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "tawny tartar"
Demetrius But yet come not. You are a tame man, go. Lysander [To Hermia] Hang off, thou cat, thou burr . Vile thing, let loose, Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent. Hermia Why are you grown so rude? What change is this, Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "Hang off"
Demetrius [To Helena] I say I love thee more than he can do. Lysander If thou say so, withdraw, and prove it too. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "withdraw"
Helena Lo, she is one of this confederacy. Now I perceive they have conjoined all three To fashion this false sport in spite of me. Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid, Have you conspired, have you with these contrived To bait me with this foul derision? Is all the counsel that we two have shared — The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us — O, is it all quite forgot? All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry: seeming parted, But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries molded on one stem. So, with two seeming bodies but one heart – Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one and crownèd with one crest. And will you rend our ancient love asunder, To join with men in scorning your poor friend? 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. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: "double cherry"
Helena Lo, she is one of this confederacy. Now I perceive they have conjoined all three To fashion this false sport in spite of me. Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid, Have you conspired, have you with these contrived To bait me with this foul derision? Is all the counsel that we two have shared — The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent When we have chid the hasty-footed time For parting us — O, is it all quite forgot? All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence? We, Hermia, like two artificial gods, Have with our needles created both one flower, Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion, Both warbling of one song, both in one key, As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds Had been incorporate. So we grew together, Like to a double cherry: seeming parted, But yet an union in partition, Two lovely berries molded on one stem. So, with two seeming bodies but one heart – Two of the first, like coats in heraldry, Due but to one and crownèd with one crest. And will you rend our ancient love asunder, To join with men in scorning your poor friend? 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. Read more about Act 3, Scene 2: Popup Note Index Item: “like two artificial gods”
