Helena:
I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius,
The more you beat me, I will fawn on you:
Use me but as you use 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,--
Then to be used as you use your dog?
(Act II. Scene i)
The fairy land buys not the child of me. /His mother was a votaress of my order: /And, in the spiced Indian air, by night,
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side,/ And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, / Marking the embarked traders on the flood,
When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive / And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind; / Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait
Following,--her womb then rich with my young squire,--/ Would imitate, and sail upon the land,/ To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise./ But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; / And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him. II.i
Full often hath she gossip'd by my side,/ And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands, / Marking the embarked traders on the flood,
When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive / And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind; / Which she, with pretty and with swimming gait
Following,--her womb then rich with my young squire,--/ Would imitate, and sail upon the land,/ To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandise./ But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; / And for her sake do I rear up her boy,
And for her sake I will not part with him. II.i