Enter HERMIA.
HERMIA Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray. [Sleeps.] (3.2.442-447)
Hermia speaks six lines, just as Helena did, and in the same form, a quatrain rhymed ABAB and a couplet; this perhaps bodes well for the restoration of their friendship? But Hermia too has had enough, she’s the most physically exhausted of the four lovers, where Helena is the most emotionally wrung out: never so weary, never so in woe—I’ve never been so tired, or so forlorn—and I’m bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers, all wet, and I’ve ruined my clothes? my special eloping outfit! I can’t go a step further: I can no further crawl, no further go; my legs can keep no pace with my desires: I’d keep going if I could! I would! I want to keep going, to find Lysander! But, Must Rest. No More Steps In Me. Here will I rest me till the break of day. I’ll just have a little break here, just until it’s light? And heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray: if it comes to a fight with Demetrius after all, well, may all the gods protect him! Hermia’s shattered, doesn’t know which way is up, and has gone from being Athens’s Most Wanted Fiancée to last year’s model and a (short) embarrassment—but she’s still thinking of Lysander, and loyally wishing him well. Perhaps this will all turn out to be a bad dream?
