Helena and Demetrius ~|~ William Shakespere

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.
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 stol’n unto this wood, And here am I, and wood within this wood Because I cannot meet my Hermia.Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
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?
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 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.
Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit,For I am sick when I do look on thee.

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