No, no, I am as ugly as a bear;
095 For beasts that meet me run away for fear:
[096] Therefore no marvel though Demetrius
Do, as a monster, fly my presence thus.
What wicked and dissembling glass of mine
Made me compare with Hermia’s sphery eyne?
[100] But who is here? Lysander! on the ground!
Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
Lysander, if you live, good sir, awake.
Lys. [Awaking] And run through fire I will for thy sweet sake.