Dem. Follow! nay, I’ll go with thee, cheek by jole. [Exeunt Lysander and Demetrius.
Her. You, mistress, all this coil is ’long of you:
Nay, go not back.
Hel.
[340] I will not trust you, I,
Nor longer stay in your curst company.
Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray,
My legs are longer though, to run away. [Exit.
[344] Her. I am amazed, and know not what to say. [Exit.
[345] Obe. This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest,