The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?
HERMIA You speak not as you think; it cannot be.
HELENA Lo, she is one of this confed'racy193!
Now I perceive they have conjoined all three
To fashion this false sport in spite195 of me.
Injurious196 Hermia, most ungrateful maid, Have you conspired, have you with these contrived
To bait198 me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel199 that we two have shared, The sisters' vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid201 the hasty-footed time For parting us -- O, is all forgot?
All schooldays' friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial204 gods, Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key207, As if our hands, our sides, voices and minds,
Had been incorporate209. So we grew together Like210 to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet a union in partition,
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem,
So with two seeming bodies but one heart213, Two of the first, like coats214 in heraldry, Due but to one and crowned with one215 crest.
And will you rent our ancient love asunder216, To join with men in scorning your poor friend?
It is not friendly, 'tis not maidenly.
Our sex, as well as I, may chide you for it,
Though I alone do feel the injury.
HERMIA I am amazed at your passionate words.
I scorn you not; it seems that you scorn me.
HELENA Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,
To follow me and praise my eyes and face?
And made your other love, Demetrius,
Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,
To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare227, Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he this
To her he hates? And wherefore doth Lysander
Deny your love, so rich within his soul,
And tender231 me, forsooth, affection, But by your setting on, by your consent?