_Dem._ My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth, Of this their purpose hither to this wood; And I in fury hither follow’d them, Fair Helena in fancy following me. 160 But, my good lord, I wot not by what power,— But by some power it is,—my love to Hermia, Melted as the snow, seems to me now As the remembrance of an idle gaud, Which in my childhood I did dote upon; 165 And all the faith, the virtue of my heart, The object and the pleasure of mine eye, Is only Helena. To her, my lord, Was I betroth’d ere I saw Hermia: But, like in sickness, did I loathe this food; 170 But, as in health, come to my natural taste, Now I do wish it, love it, long for it, And will for evermore be true to it. _The._ Fair lovers, you are fortunately met: Of this discourse we more will hear anon. 175 Egeus, I will overbear your will; For in the temple, by and _by,_ with us These couples shall eternally be knit: And, for the morning now is something worn, Our purposed hunting shall be set aside. 180 Away with us to Athens! three and three, We’ll hold a feast in great solemnity. Come, Hippolyta. [_Exeunt The., Hip., Ege., and train._ _Dem._ These things seem small and undistinguishable, Like far-off mountains turned into clouds. 185 _Her._ Methinks I see these things with parted eye, When every thing seems double. _Hel._ So methinks: And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, Mine own, and not mine own. _Dem._ Are you sure That we are awake? It seems to me 190 That yet we sleep, we dream. Do not you think The Duke was here, and bid us follow him? _Her._ Yea; and my father. _Hel._ And Hippolyta. _Lys._ And he did bid us follow to the temple. _Dem._ Why, then, we are awake: let’s follow him; 195 And by the way let us recount our dreams. [_Exeunt._