[272] Hate me! wherefore? O me! what news, my love!
Am not I Hermia? are not you Lysander?
I am as fair now as I was erewhile.
275 Since night you loved me; yet since night you left me:
Why, then you left me,—O, the gods forbid!—
In earnest, shall I say?
Lys.
Ay, by my life;
And never did desire to see thee more.
[279] Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;