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Helena, Hermia’s friend whom Demetrius abandoned, enters the room, deeply saddened because Demetrius no longer loves her. Hermia and Lysander tell her their and wish her luck...
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| Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, the rest I'd give to be to you translated. O, teach me how you look and with what art you sway the motion of Demetrius' heart. | |
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| I frown upon him, yet he loves me still. I give him curses but he gives me love. | |
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