SCENE V.
HELENA.
I'll tell Demetrius of fair Hermia's flight;
Then to the wood will he to-morrow night
Pursue her; I'll at distance steal behind,
His fight alone will ease my tortur'd mind.
How happy some o'er other some can be?
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that, Demetrius thinks not so.
AIR.
Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind,
And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind:
Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste;
Wings, and no eyes, figure unheedy haste,
And therefore is love said to be a child,
Because in choice he often is beguil'd.
