A Midsommer nightes dreame.
206203Her. I frowne vpon him; yet hee loues mee
still.
207204Hel. O that your frowns would teach my
smiles
such
skil.
209205Her. I giue him cur
ses; yet he giues mee loue.
210206Hel. O that my prayers could
such a
ffe
ction mooue.
211207Her. The more I hate, the more he followes mee.
212208Hel. The more I loue, the more he hateth mee.
213209Her. His folly,
Helena, is no fault of mine.
214210Hel. None but your beauty; would that fault were mine.
215211Her. Take comfort: he no more
shall
see my face:
216212Lysander and my
selfe will
fly this place.
217213Before the time I did
Lisander see,
218214Seem'd
Athens as a Paradi
se to mee.
219215O then, what graces in my loue dooe dwell,
220216That hee hath turnd a heauen vnto a hell!
221217Lys. Helen, to you our mindes wee will vnfould:
222218To morrow night, when
Phoebe doth beholde
223219Her
siluer vi
sage, in the watry gla
sse,
224220Decking, with liquid pearle, the bladed gra
sse
225221(A time, that louers
flights doth
still conceale)
226222Through
Athens gates, haue wee deuis'd to
steale.
227223Her. And in the wood, where often you and I,
228224Vpon faint Primro
se beddes, were wont to lye,
229225Emptying our bo
somes, of their coun
sell
sweld,
230226There my
Lysander, and my
selfe
shall meete,
231227And thence, from
Athens, turne away our eyes,
232228To
seeke new friends and
strange companions.
233229Farewell,
sweete playfellow: pray thou for vs:
234230And good lucke graunt thee thy
Demetrius.
235231Keepe word
Lysander: we mu
st starue our
sight,
236232From louers foode, till morrow deepe midnight.
238234Lys. I will my
Hermia.
Helena adieu:
239235As you on him,
Demetrius dote on you.
Exit Lysander. 240236Hele. How happie
some, ore other
some, can be!
241237Through
Athens, I am thought as faire as
shee.
But