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HERMIA
I frown upon him; yet he loves me still.
HELENA
O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! [195]
HERMIA
I give him curses; yet he gives me love.
HELENA
O that my prayers could such affection move!
HERMIA
The more I hate, the more he follows me.
HELENA
The more I love, the more he hateth me.
HERMIA
His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. [200]
HELENA
None but your beauty; would that fault were mine!
HERMIA
Take comfort: he no more shall see my face;
Lysander and myself will fly this place.
Before the time I did Lysander see,
Seem’d Athens as a paradise to me. [205]
O then what graces in my love do dwell,
That he hath turn’d a heaven unto a hell!
LY SANDER
Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:
Tomorrow night, when Phoebe doth behold
Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass, [210]
Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass
(A time that lovers’ flights doth still conceal),
Through Athens’ gates have we devis’d to steal.
