And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child;
410 I’ll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled
That draws a sword on thee.
Dem.
Yea, art thou there?
Puck. Follow my voice: we’ll try no manhood here. [Exeunt.
Re-enter Lysander.
[413] Lys. He goes before me and still dares me on:
[414] When I come where he calls, then he is gone.
415 The villain is much lighter-heel’d than I: