Law in the 18th Century

Hermia: Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse, for thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. If thou has slain Lysander in his sleep, being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep and kill me too. The sun was not so true unto the day as he to me. Would he have stolen away from sleeping Hermia? I'll believe as soon this whole earth may be bored, and that the moon may through the center creep and so displease her brother's noontide with th' Antipodes. It cannot be but thou hast murdered him. So should a murderer look, so dead, so grim.Demetrius: So should the murdered look, and so should I, pierced through the heart by your stern cruelty. Yet you, the murderer, look as bright, as clear, as yonder Venus in her glimmering sphere.

Hermia: Out, dog! Out, cur! Thou driv'st me past the bounds of maiden's patience. Hast thou slain him, then? Henceforth be never numbered among men. O, once tell true! Tell true, even for my sake! Durst thou have looked upon him, being awake? And hast thou killed him sleeping? O brave touch! Could not a worm, an adder, do so much? An adder did it, for with doubler tongue than thine, thou serpent, never adder stung.

Demetrius: You spend your passion on a misprised mood. I am not guilty of Lysander's blood, nor is he dead, for aught that I can tell.

Hermia: I pray thee, tell me then that he is well.

Demetrius: An if I could, what should I get therefore?

Hermia: A privilege never to see more. And from thy hated presence pat I so. See me no more, whether he be dead or no.

Demetrius: There is no following her in this fierce vein. Here, therefore, for a while I will remain. So sorrow's heaviness doth heavier grow, for debt the bankrout sleep doth sorrow owe, which now in some slight measure it will pay, if for his tender here I make some stay.

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