[104] Transparent Helena! Nature shows art,
[105] That through thy bosom makes me see thy heart.
[106] Where is Demetrius? O, how fit a word
Is that vile name to perish on my sword!
Hel. Do not say so, Lysander; say not so.
What though he love your Hermia? Lord, what though?
110 Yet Hermia still loves you: then be content.
Lys. Content with Hermia! No; I do repent
The tedious minutes I with her have spent.
[113] Not Hermia but Helena I love: