Sonho de uma Noite de Verão
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, 210
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 usèd 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.
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HELENA
And I am sick when I look not on you.
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DEMETRIUS
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You do impeach your modesty too much, To leave the city and commit yourself oite d
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Into the hands of one that loves you not; 220
To trust the opportunity of night,
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And the ill counsel of a desert place, With the rich worth of your virginity.
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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?
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DEMETRIUS
I’ll run from thee and hide me in the brakes, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.
HELENA