Enter Demetrius and Hermia. OBERON. Stand close. This is the same Athenian.
PUCK. This is the woman, but not this the man.
DEMETRIUS. O why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
HERMIA. Now I but chide, but I should use thee worse, For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep, Being o'er shoes in blood, plunge in the deep, And kill me too.”