HERMIA Take comfort: he no more shall see my face.
Lysander and myself will fly206 this place.
Before the time I did Lysander see,
Seemed Athens like a paradise to me.
O, then, what graces in my love do dwell,
That he hath turned a heaven into hell!
LYSANDER Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:
Tomorrow night, when Phoebe212 doth behold
Her silver visage in the wat'ry glass213,
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass,
A time that lovers' flights doth still215 conceal,
Through Athens' gates have we devised to steal.
HERMIA And in the wood, where often you and I
Upon faint primrose beds were wont218 to lie,
Emptying our bosoms of their counsel219 sweet,
There my Lysander and myself shall meet,
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes,
To seek new friends and strange222 companions.
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.
Exit
LYSANDER I will, my Hermia.-- Helena, adieu.
As you on him, Demetrius dote on you!
Exit
HELENA How happy some o'er other some229 can be!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so:
He will not know what all232 but he doth know.