But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.
[238] Hel. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,
You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!
240 Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex:
We cannot fight for love, as men may do;
[242] We should be woo’d, and were not made to woo. [Exit Dem.
[243] I’ll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,
[244] To die upon the hand I love so well. [Exit.
[245] Obe. Fare thee well, nymph: ere he do leave this grove,
[246] Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.