Helena: Oh if only my smiles could show love as much as your frowns!
Hermia: I curse him. Yet he give me love.
Helena: Oh if only my prayers could show that kind of affection!
Hermia:The more I hate him, the more he follow me
Helena:The more I love, the more he hates me
Hermia: It is not my fault he acts like that, Helena.
Helena:It is your beauty’s fault. I wish I have a fault like that!
Hermia: Don’t worry. He will no longer see my face. Lysander and I are running away from here. Before I saw Lysander, Athens seemed like paradise to me. Lysander is so attractive that he has turned heaven into hell!
Lysander: Helena, we will tell you our plan. Tomorrow night when the moon shines on the water
and decorates the grass with tiny beads of pearly light, we plan to leave Athens.
Hermia: In the woods where we often hung out on the pale primroses, telling each other sweet secrets, that is where Lysander and I will meet. From there we will turn away from Athens. We will look for new friends and company. Goodbye, friend. Pray for us. I wish you luck with Demetrius! Keep your promise Lysander. We will stay away from each other until midnight.
Lysander: I will my Hermia. Helena Goodbye. As much as you love Demetrius, I hope he loves you just as much back.
Helena: It is amazing how much happier some people are than others! People in Athens think I’m just as pretty as her. But so what? Demetrius doesn’t. He will not say what everyone else knows. And as he goes away, adoring Hermia’s eyes, so I admire his qualities. Love can change to form and dignity. Love doesn’t see it with the eyes but with the mind. That is why paintings of