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SCENE IV.
Enter Lysander and Helena.LYSANDER.
Why should you think that I should woo in scorn?
Scorn and derision never came in tears.
Look, when I vow I weep; and vows so born,
In their nativity all truth appears.
HELENA.
These vows are Hermia's.
AIR.
LYSANDER.
Do not call it sin in me,
That I am forsworn for thee:
Thou for whom even Jove would swear,
Juno but an Æthiop were,
And deny himself for Jove,
Turning mortal for thy love.
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(awaking.)
O Helen, goddess! nymph, perfect, divine,
To what my love, shall I compare thine eyne?
Crystal is muddy; O how ripe in show
Thy lips, those kissing cherries tempting grow!
HELENA.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in flouts to mock me too?
LYSANDER.
You love Hermia, therefore with all my heart,
In Hermia's love, I yield you up my part;
And yours in Helena to me bequeath.
HELENA.
Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
DEMETRIUS.
Lysander, keep thy Hermia, I will none,
If e'er I lov'd her, all that love is gone.
And now to Helen it is home returned.
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