_Puck._ Follow me, then, To plainer ground. [_Exit Lysander, as following the voice._ _Re-enter_ DEMETRIUS. _Dem._ Lysander! speak again: Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? 405 Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head? _Puck._ Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child; I’ll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled 410 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. _Lys._ He goes before me and still dares me on: When I come where he calls, then he is gone. The villain is much lighter-heel’d than I: 415 I follow’d fast, but faster he did fly; That fallen am I in dark uneven way, And here will rest me. [_Lies down._] Come, thou gentle day! For if but once thou show me thy grey light, I’ll find Demetrius, and revenge this spite. [_Sleeps._ 420 _Re-enter_ PUCK _and_ DEMETRIUS. _Puck._ Ho, ho, ho! Coward, why comest thou not? _Dem._ Abide me, if thou darest; for well I wot Thou runn’st before me, shifting every place, And darest not stand, nor look me in the face. Where art thou now? _Puck._ Come hither: I am here. 425 _Dem._ Nay, then, thou mock’st me. Thou shalt buy this dear, If ever I thy face by daylight see: Now, go thy way. Faintness constraineth me To measure out my length on this cold bed. By day’s approach look to be visited. [_Lies down and sleeps._ 430 _Re-enter_ HELENA. _Hel._ O weary night, O long and tedious night, Abate thy hours! Shine comforts from the east, That I may back to Athens by daylight, From these that my poor company detest: And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye, 435 Steal me awhile from mine own company. [_Lies down and sleeps._ _Puck._ Yet but three? Come one more; Two of both kinds makes up four. Here she comes, curst and sad: Cupid is a knavish lad, 440 Thus to make poor females mad. _Re-enter_ HERMIA. _Her._ Never so weary, never so in woe; Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; I can no further crawl, no further go; My legs can keep no pace with my desires. 445 Here will I rest me till the break of day. Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [_Lies down and sleeps._