What my Demetrius sees in her... I wonder. In the whole of Athens I am considered as fair as she! But Demetrius thinks not! His eyes are only for hers... Before Demetrius ever saw Hermia, he showered me with promises and swore he'd be mine forever, so I will tell him of fair Hermia's flight, then tomorrow night pursue her. If he is grateful for my information, it'll be worth my pain in helping him find my rival Hermia. At least I'll get to see him when he goes, and when he comes back...
On christmas morning, we shall wake and under the mistletoe and I'll get the break which I have been promised...
I have given him the worthy gift of knowledge on Hermia's flight, yet he doesn't seem more grateful towards me than before. Like some sort of power is holding him back... if I didn't want his love so much I wouldn't be here tonight chasing Demetrius throughout the monstrous woods, seeking someone who I care little about.
'I love thee not, therefore pursue me not! Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?' His insults no longer harm me, and as I watch him search full of bother for Hermia, I feel slight pity... but who wouldn't for their future lover? His arms will soon be wrapped around mine, comforting me.'Thou told'st me they were stol'n unto this wood. And here I am, and wood within this wood, because I cannot get my Hermia! Hence, get thee gone and follow me no more!'
'You draw me, you cruel magnet! But yet you draw no iron for my heart is as true as steel...' Although I was screaming, finding any remains of love in Demetrius, I had no fear anyone would hear our conference,'Leave your power to draw, and I shall have no power to follow you'.
He stepped a little closer towards me, spreading his arms out in a small length. 'Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? Or rather, do I not in the plainest truth tell you I do not, nor I cannot, love you?'
His sentences were simple, but strong and for once,'And even for that do I love you more! I am your spaniel, and Demetrius, the more you beat me, I will fawn on you! Use me but as your spaniel - spurn me, strike me, neglect me, lose me! Only give me leave, unworthy as I am to follow you! What worser place can I beg in your love?' I spied his face full of disgust, despite my attempts to reach understanding,'And yet a place of high respect with me - than to be used as you use your dog?'
He sighed in agitation before speaking,'Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit! For I am sick when I do look on thee!'
'And I am sick when I look not on you!'
'You do impeach your modesty too much, to leave the city and commit yourself into the hands of one who loves you not.' As he spoke, he pulled a smile of blackmail. My reputation meant nothing to me though, as he should know, for I love him with all my heart... and nothing shall compare. 'To trust the opportunity of night, and the ill counsel of a deserted place, with the rich worth of your virginity!'
'Your virtue is my privilege. For that, it is not night when I do see your face. Therefore I think that I am not in the night. Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, for you in my respect are all the world,' His eyes rolled around in their bright sockets, they were fair, and full of beauty so I couldn't take the roll the way it was implied,'Then how can it be said I am alone, when all the world is here to look on me?'
'I'll run away from thee and hide in the bushes! And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts...'
'The wildest hath not such a heart as you!' I spoke, he ran ne'er to be seen again. 'I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell' I shout towards his gap in the bushes,'To die upon the hand I love so well'.
'My love,' his voice echoed in my pounding head, eyes forced open to see his handsome face lying parallel to mine, 'you'll faint if we continue to wonder in the woods, and if I tell you the truth, I've gotten us lost'.
His arm wrapped around make back to support my weak body from collapsing to the ground, 'Oh, Hermia. We'll rest us, if you think it good, and wait until daylight when things will be easier'.
'Be it so Lysander,' my voice slurred with a lack of vital energy,'Find yourself a bed, for on this bank I'll rest my head'. A small slope of withering grass seemed a great enough cushion for me, as I knelt down to finally rest... but alone was I not! Lysander crept down and held me close, intending to share the spot.
'One bank shall serve a pillow for us both, one heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth'.
'No good, Lysander! For my sake, my dear, lie further off yet - do not lie so near!' Hesitantly he stood, my heart sunk a little as it should.
'Oh sweet, please believe my innocence! Love takes over our conference, joining hearts so one can be made of it... two bosoms chained with an oath, so two bosoms and a single troth. Let us sleep side by side, for, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie!' He continued signalling towards the spot, but no matter how beautiful his words shall be, he shall not lie next to me.
'Now much beshrew my manners and my pride if Hermia said that Lysander lied. But, gentle friend... for love and courtesy lie further off in human modesty. Such separation may well be said, becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid.' One by one step, he slowly backed away from me - sorrow in his eyes, power in his posture. Only for a moment did I glance at his journey, before turning back to my words,'So far be distant, and good night, my sweet friend! Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet love end'.
He took one more step back before gracefully dropping to the ground, 'Amen, amen to that fair prayer say I, and then end life when I end loyalty! Here is my bed, sleep give thee all his rest. My love shall ne'er alter...' His eyelids rolled down to cover his eyes, so mine copied and did the same.
'...through the forest I have gone...but athenian found I none...on whose eyes I might approve...this flower's force of stirring love...'