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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
O cruel fate, to be the one they scorn,
To be the target of their jests and scorn.
If only they could see the pain they cause,
Their cruel words, their mocking, without pause.
If you truly hated me, as I know you do,
Why must you join together, in ridicule too?
Oh Helena, your heart in pain does ache,
To see them join in laughter, for your sake.
Such a cruel game, to make a maiden weep,
To tear her heart, and it in pieces keep.
No noble soul would act in such a way,
To mock and scorn, just for their own display.
Lysander, be kind, do not be so cruel,
For your heart belongs to Hermia, that's the rule.
And in return, I offer up my heart,
To Helena, whom I love, and shall never part.
Demetrius, if you once loved her, let it be,
For my love for her has turned to apathy.
Oh Helena, never did mockers waste,
More idle breath, in their games of distaste.
But fear not, for in the end, love will win,
And your heart will find solace, deep within.