You don’t know what you’re saying. This can’t be real.
Wait, Helena. Let me explain myself, my love, my life, my soul, beautiful Helena.
Oh, she must be in on it. Now I understand — all three of them have joined together to playthis joke to spite me.
Sweetheart, don’t insult her like this.
If you won’t listen to Hermia’s pleas, then I’ll make you leave.
You can’t make me leave any more than Helena can beg me to stay. Your threats are weakerthan her pleas.
I love you more than he does.
Lysander, what’s your plan here?
Get away from me, you ugly woman.
What, do you want me to hurt her? Hit her? Kill her? I may hate her, but I won’t physicallyharm her.
Helena] You clown! You destroyer, you thief of love! Did you steal my love’s heartfrom him in the dark of night?
Oh, very nice. Don’t you have any modesty or lady-like shame? Not even a hint ofembarrassment?
How am I a puppet? Oh, I see what’s happening here. Now I understand that Helena iscomparing our sizes.
Is she calling me small again? Nothing but small and short?
I don’t trust you anymore, and I won’t stay here just so I can be treated badly by you. Youmay be fast in a fight, but my legs are longer, so I can run away. [Exit
Leave, you dwarf, you insignificant weed, you bead, you acorn.