_Hel._ Call you me fair? that fair again unsay. Demetrius loves your fair: O happy fair! Your eyes are lode-stars; and your tongue’s sweet air More tuneable than lark to shepherd’s ear. When wheat is green, when hawthorn buds appear. 185 Sickness is catching: O, were favour so, Yours would I catch, fair Hermia, ere I go; My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue’s sweet melody. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, 190 The rest I’d give to be to you translated. O, teach me how you look; and with what art You sway the motion of Demetrius’ heart! _Her._ I frown upon him, _yet_ he loves me still. _Hel._ O that your frowns would teach my smiles such skill! 195 _Her._ I give him curses, yet he gives me love. _Hel._ O that my prayers could such affection move! _Her._ The more I hate, the more he follows me. _Hel._ The more I love, the more he hateth me. _Her._ His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine. 200 _Hel._ None, but your beauty: would that fault were mine! _Her._ Take comfort: he no more shall see my face; Lysander and myself will fly this place. Before the time I did Lysander see, Seem’d Athens as a paradise to me: 205 O, then, what graces in my love do dwell, That he hath turn’d a heaven unto a hell! _Lys._ Helen, to you our minds we will unfold: To-morrow night, when Phœbe doth behold Her silver visage in the watery glass, 210 Decking with liquid pearl the bladed grass, A time that lovers’ flights doth still conceal, Through Athens’ gates have we devised to steal. _Her._ And in the wood, where often you and I Upon faint primrose-beds were wont to lie, 215 Emptying our bosoms of their counsel sweet, There my Lysander and myself shall meet; And thence from Athens turn away our eyes, To seek new friends and stranger companies. Farewell, sweet playfellow: pray thou for us; 220 And good luck grant thee thy Demetrius! Keep word, Lysander: we must starve our sight From lovers’ food till morrow deep midnight. _Lys._ I will, my Hermia. [_Exit Herm._ Helena, adieu: As you on him, Demetrius dote on you! [_Exit._ 225