Pierced through the heart with your stern cruelty:
[060] Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear,
As yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.
Her. What’s this to my Lysander? where is he?
Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
[064] Dem. I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
[065] Her. Out, dog! out, cur! thou drivest me past the bounds
Of maiden’s patience. Hast thou slain him, then?
Henceforth be never number’d among men!
[068] O, once tell true, tell true, even for my sake!