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 betroth’d 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.
Theseus.
Fair lovers, you are fortunately met:
Of this discourse we more will hear anon.
Egeus, I will overbear your will;
For in the temple, by and by, with us
These couples shall eternally be knit:
And, for the morning now is something worn,
Our purposed hunting shall be set aside.
Away with us to Athens; three and three,
Well hold a feast in great solemnity.
Come, Hippolyta. [Exeunt Theseus, Hippolyta, Egeus, and train.
Demetrius.
These things seem small and undistinguishable,
Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
Hermia.
Methinks I see these things with parted eye,
When every thing seems double.
