Oh, no! You trickster, you snake! You thief! What, did you sneak in at night and steal my love’s heart from him?
Oh, that’s very nice! You ought to be ashamed of yourself! You’re going to make me mad enough to answer you? Damn you, you faker, you puppet!
“Puppet?" She’s talking about our difference in height. She won him over with her height. So how short am I, you painted barber pole? I’m not too short to gouge your eyes out with my fingernails.
Please don’t let her hurt me, however much you want to tease me. I’m not mean and catty like her. I’m a nice shy girl. Please don’t let her hit me. Maybe you think that because she’s shorter than me I can take her.
Hermia, please don’t act so bitter toward me. I always loved you, and gave you advice. I never did anything to hurt you—except when I told Demetrius that you planned to sneak off into this forest.
“Shorter!” See, she’s doing it again!
And I only did that because I loved Demetrius so much. But he followed you.
My stupid heart, which I’m leaving behind here.
No, with Demetrius.
What, you’re leaving it with Lysander?
Well, get out of here then! What’s keeping you?
Don’t be afraid. She can’t hurt you, Helena.
That’s right, Hermia won’t hurt Helena even if you try to help her.