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 curses; yet he giues mee loue.

210206Hel. O that my prayers could such affection 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 Paradise 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 visage, in the watry glasse,

224220Decking, with liquid pearle, the bladed grasse

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 Primrose beddes, were wont to lye,

229225Emptying our bosomes, of their counsell 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 must 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 othersome, can be!

241237Through Athens, I am thought as faire as shee.