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(Where I did meet thee once with Helena

To do observance to a morn of May),

There will I stay for thee.

Her.

My good Lysander,

I swear to thee, by Cupid’s strongest bow,

By his best arrow with the golden head,

By the simplicity of Venus’ doves,

By that which knitteth souls and prospers loves,

And by that fire which burn’d the Carthage queen

When the false Troyan under sail was seen,

By all the vows that ever men have broke

(In number more than ever women spoke),

In that same place thou hast appointed me

To-morrow truly will I meet with thee.

Lys.

Keep promise, love. Look, here comes Helena.

Enter Helena.

Her.

God speed fair Helena! whither away?

Hel.

Call you me fair? That fair again unsay.

Demetrius loves your fair, O happy fair!

Your eyes are lodestars, and your tongue’s sweet air

More tuneable than lark to shepherd’s ear

When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear.

Sickness is catching; O, were favor so,

[Yours would] I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go;

My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye,