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Helena
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.
Lysander You are unkind, Demetrius: be not so, For you love Hermia-this you know I know- And here with all good will, with all my heart,
In Hermia's love I yield you up my part; And yours of Helena to me bequeath, Whom I do love, and will do till my death.
Helena
Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
Demetrius
Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none. If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone. My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn'd,
And now to Helena it is return'd.
There is no mockery in my heart for thee,
For in your eyes, true love I clearly see.
I beg your forgiveness for my past mistake,
And pray that you my love will not forsake.
Together, let us leave behind this feud,
And start anew with hearts both pure and good.
Helena, my love for you burns bright and true,
And I will spend my days proving it to you.