I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. Stay, on thy peril: I will go alone
How came Hermia's eyes so bright? Not with salt tears: If so, my eyes are oftener wash'd than hers. No, no, I am as ugly as a bear; For beasts that meet me run away for fear
I do repent the tedious minutes I with her have spent. Not Hermia but Helena I love
Wherefore was I to this keen mockery born? When at your hands did I deserve this scorn? Is't not enough, young man that I did never, no, nor never can, deserve a sweet look from Demetrius' eye, But you must flout my insufficiency?
In such disdainful manner me to woo. But fare you well: perforce I must confess I thought you lord of more true gentleness. O, that a lady, of one man refused. Should of another therefore be abused!
All my powers, address your love and might to honour Helen and to be her knight!
Ay me, for pity! what a dream was here! Lysander, look how I do quake with fear: Methought a serpent eat my heart away, and you sat smiling at his cruel pray.
Lysander! what, removed? Lysander! lord! What, out of hearing? gone? no sound, no word? Alack, where are you speak, an if you hear; Speak, of all loves! I swoon almost with fear. No? Then I well perceive you all not nigh. Either death or you I'll find immediately.