And follow you no further: let me go:
You see how simple and how fond I am.
Her. Why, get you gone: who is’t that hinders you?
Hel. A foolish heart, that I leave here behind.
Her. What, with Lysander?
Hel.
[320] With Demetrius.
[321] Lys. Be not afraid; she shall not harm thee, Helena.
Dem. No, sir, she shall not, though you take her part.
[323] Hel. O, when she’s angry, she is keen and shrewd!