HELENA
O that my prayers could such affection move! HERMIA
The more I hate, the more he follows me. HELENA
The more I love, the more he hateth me. HERMIA
His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. HELENA
None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine! HERMIA
Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; Lysander and myself will fly this place. Before the time I did
Lysander see, Seem'd Athens as a paradise to me: O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he
hath turn'd a heaven unto a hell! LYSANDER
Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold Her silver visage in
the watery glass, Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, A time that lovers' flights doth still conceal, Through
Athens' gates have we devised to steal. HERMIA
And in the wood, where often you and I Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, Emptying our bosoms
of their counsel sweet, There my Lysander and myself shall meet; And thence from Athens turn away our
eyes, To seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us; And good
luck grant thee thy Demetrius! Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight From lovers' food till morrow
deep midnight. LYSANDER
I will, my Hermia.
Exit HERMIA
Helena, adieu: As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!
Exit HELENA
How happy some o'er other some can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that?
Demetrius thinks not so; He will not know what all but he do know: And as he errs, doting on Hermia's
eyes, So I, admiring of his qualities: Things base and vile, folding no quantity, Love can transpose to form
and dignity: Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind: Nor
hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is Love
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