Hermia,if your dad says to marry Demetreus,you do so!!!!
Hermia talking with Lysander.
My dad hates you,he wants me to be with the idiot of Demetreus!!!
Your dad is horrible!
And in the wood -- There my Lysander and myselfshall meet and thence from Athens turn away our eyes. Farewell,sweet playfellow.Keep word, Lysander. We muststarve our sight from lovers' food till morrow deep midnight.
To-morrow night,through Athens` gate have we deviced to steal
Helena thinking of a plan to pertrade her best friend.