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My tongue should catch your tongue’s sweet melody.

Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,

The rest I’ll give to be to you translated.

O, teach me how you look, and with what art

You sway the motion of Demetrius’ heart.

Her.

I frown upon him; yet he loves me still.

Hel.

O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill!

Her.

I give him curses; yet he gives me love.

Hel.

O that my prayers could such affection move!

Her.

The more I hate, the more he follows me.

Hel.

The more I love, the more he hateth me.

Her.

His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.

Hel.

None but your beauty; would that fault were mine!

Her.

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;

O then, what graces in my love do dwell,

That he hath turn’d a heaven unto a hell!

Lys.

Helen, to you our minds we will unfold:

To-morrow night, when Phoebe doth behold

Her silver visage in the wat’ry glass,