Relent, sweet Hermia - and Lysander, yield thy crazed title to my certain right.

Oh, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.

My lord, fair Helen told me of their stealth. Of this their purpose hither to this wood. And I in fury hither followed them, Fair Helena in fact following me. 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. 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 betrothed ere I saw Hermia. But like in sickness did I loathe this food. 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.