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What love could press Lysander from my side?

Lys.

Lysander’s love, that would not let him bide—

Fair Helena! who more engilds the night

Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.

Why seek’st thou me? Could not this make thee know,

The hate I bare thee made me leave thee so?

Her.

You speak not as you think. It cannot be.

Hel.

Lo! she is one of this confederacy.

Now I perceive, they have conjoin’d all three

To fashion this false sport, in spite of me.

Injurious Hermia, most ungrateful maid!

Have you conspir’d, have you with these contriv’d

To bait me with this foul derision?

Is all the counsel that we two have shar’d,

The sisters’ vows, the hours that we have spent,

When we have chid the hasty-footed time

For parting us—O, is all forgot?

All school-days friendship, childhood innocence?

We, Hermia, like two artificial 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 key,

As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds


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