[040] That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed.
Enter Hermia and Demetrius.
[041] Obe. Stand close: this is the same Athenian.
Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so?
Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
045 Her. Now I but chide; but I should use thee worse,
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.
If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep,
[048] Being o’er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep,