To honour Helen and to be her knight! [Exit.
Her. [Awaking] 145 Help me, Lysander, help me! do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
[147] Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here!
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
[150] And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.
Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord!
What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word?
Alack, where are you? speak, an if you hear;