Helena: Oh if only my smiles could show love as much as your frowns!
Hermia: I curse him. Yet he give me love.
Helena: Oh if only my prayers could show that kind of affection!
Hermia:The more I hate him, the more he follow me
Helena:The more I love, the more he hates me
Hermia: It is not my fault he acts like that, Helena.
Helena:It is your beauty’s fault. I wish I have a fault like that!
Hermia: Don’t worry. He will no longer see my face. Lysander and I are running away from here. Before I saw Lysander, Athens seemed like paradise to me. Lysander is so attractive that he has turned heaven into hell!
Lysander: Helena, we will tell you our plan. Tomorrow night when the moon shines on the water