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.         (3.2.43-9)

Demetrius is being entitled/obtuse/whiny/coercive: O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? I LOVE you, why are you being so horrible to me? That’s not how this is meant to work, you should be grateful/flattered/enthusiastic? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe, save all your really quite harsh language for your ENEMY; I love you and therefore you’re meant to be nice to me! That’s the deal! That’s what keeps the wheels on the heteronormative patriarchal neo-capitalist system!

Hermia is FURIOUS. Now I but chide—oh, you think I’m being horrible to you NOW? you think I’m saying nasty things to you now? This is mild, this is me just getting started; but I should use thee worse, for thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse. What I’m starting to think, what’s really worrying me, is that you’ve given me good reason for absolute fury, to say things from which there’s no escape and no coming back. If thou hast slain Lysander in his sleep—because that’s what she’s starting to think, that Lysander wouldn’t have left her any other way, and that Demetrius is some kind of psychopath, and a coward to boot—being o’er shoes in blood, you’re already a murderer, you’ve already shown that you’re a madman: plunge in the deep and kill me too. I can’t live without Lysander. Go on, just do it.