superpraise

O spite ! O hell ! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment .
If you were civil and knew courtesy ,
You would not do me thus much injury .
Can you not hate me , as I know you do ,
But you must join in souls to mock me too ?
If you were men , as men you are in show ,
You would not use a gentle lady so ,
To vow and swear and superpraise my parts ,
When , I am sure , you hate me with your hearts .
You both are rivals and love Hermia ,
And now both rivals to mock Helena .
A trim exploit , a manly enterprise ,
To conjure tears up in a poor maid’s eyes
With your derision ! None of noble sort
Would so offend a virgin and extort
A poor soul’s patience , all to make you sport .