A Midsummer Night’s Dream

by: William Shakespeare

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50The sun was not so true unto the day
As he to me. Would he have stolen away
From sleeping Hermia? I’ll believe as soon
This whole Earth may be bored, and that the moon
May through the center creep and so displease
55Her brother’s noontide with th' Antipodes.
It cannot be but thou hast murdered him.
So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim.
He was more faithful to me than the sun is to the daytime. Would he have snuck away from me while I was asleep? I’ll believe that when I believe that there’s a hole through the center of the earth, and the moon has passed all the way through to the other side. The only possibility is that you’ve murdered him. A murderer should look like you do, so pale and grim.
So should the murdered look, and so should I,
Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty.
60Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
That’s how someone who’s been murdered should look, and that’s how I look. You’ve pierced me through the heart with your cruelty, and yet you, the murderer, look as bright and clear as a star in the sky.
What’s this to my Lysander? Where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
What does that have to do with my Lysander? Where is he? Oh, good Demetrius, will you find him for me?
I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
I would rather feed his corpse to my dogs.
65Out, dog! Out, cur! Thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden’s patience. Hast thou slain him then?
Henceforth be never numbered among men!
Oh, once tell true, tell true even for my sake—
Durst thou have looked upon him being awake,
70And hast thou killed him sleeping? O brave touch!
Could not a worm, an adder, do so much?
An adder did it, for with doubler tongue
Than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.
Get out, dog! You’ve driven me to my wit’s end. Did you kill him, then? From now on I won’t even consider you a human being. Oh, just tell the truth for once. tell the truth, if only for my sake.—Would you have even dared to look at him when he was awake? And did you kill him while he was sleeping? Oh, how brave of you! A snake could do that as easily as you could. A snake did do it, because no snake ever had a more forked, lying tongue than you have.
You spend your passion on a misprised mood.
75I am not guilty of Lysander’s blood.
Nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.
You’re getting all worked up over a misunderstanding. I didn’t kill Lysander. ?As far as I know, he’s not even dead.
I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.
Then please tell me he’s all right.
An if I could, what should I get therefore?
If I told you that, what would I get out of it?