Midsummer Night Comedy – Act II, Scene 1 (Segment)

Synopsis: Helena has followed Demetirus into the forest. She is desperate for his love and Demetrius wants nothing to do with her.
Style: Comedy

This is a great scene which can be very physical and funny when performed.

Enter DEMETRIUS, HELENA following him.


I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.

Where is Lysander and fair Hermia?

The one I’ll slay, the other slayeth me.

Thou told’st me they were stolen unto this wood;

And here am I, and wode within this wood

Because I cannot meet my Hermia.

Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.


You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant –

But yet you draw not iron, for my heart

Is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw,

And I shall have no power to follow you.


Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair?

Or rather do I not in plainest truth

Tell you I do not, nor I cannot love you?


And even for that do I love you the 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 –

And yet a place of high respect with me –

Than to be used as you use your dog?


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 that loves you not,

To trust the opportunity of night

And the ill counsel of a desert 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 I am not in the night;

Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company,

For you, in my respect are all the world;

Then how can it be said I am alone,

When all the world is here to look on me?


I’ll run from thee and hide me in the brakes,

And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts.


The wildest hath not such a heart as you.

Run when you will; the story shall be changed:

Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;

The dove pursues the griffin, the mild hind

Makes speed to catch the tiger; bootless speed,

When cowardice pursues and valour flies!


I will not stay thy questions; let me go,

Or if thou follow me, do not believe

But I shall do thee mischief in the wood.


Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field,

You do me mischief. Fie, Demetrius!

Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex.

We cannot fight for love, as men may do;

We should be woo’d and were not made to woo.


I’ll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell,

To die upon the hand I love so well.