For you love Hermia; this you know I know:
[164] And here, with all good will, with all my heart,
165 In Hermia’s love I yield you up my part;
[166] And yours of Helena to me bequeath,
[167] Whom I do love, and will do till my death.
Hel. Never did mockers waste more idle breath.
Dem. Lysander, keep thy Hermia; I will none:
170 If e’er I loved her, all that love is gone.
[171] My heart to her but as guest-wise sojourn’d,
[172] And now to Helen is it home return’d,