[201] For parting us,—O, is all forgot?
[202] All school-days’ friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
[204] Have with our needles created both one flower,
205 Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds,
Had been incorporate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted;
[210] But yet an union in partition,