作曲 : Felix Mendelssohn
HERMIA: Help me, Lysander, help me; do thy best
To pluck this crawling serpent from my breast!
Ay me, for pity; what a dream was here?
Lysander, look how I do quake with fear:
Methought a serpent eat my heart away,
And you sat smiling at his cruel prey.
Lysander! What, removed? Lysander! Lord!
What, out of hearing? Gone? No sound, no word?
No? then I well perceive you all not nigh.
Either death or you I'll find immediately.