ENGLISH POETRY

HELENA A Midsummer-night’s Dream Act 3 Scene 2 (lines 192-235)

Lo, she is one of this confederacy!
Now I perceive that they have conjoin’d all three
To fashion this false sport in spite of me.
Injurious Hermia! Most ungrateful maid!
Have you conspir’ d, have you with these contriv’ d
To bait me with this foul derision?
Is all the counsel that we two have shar’ d
The sisters’ vows, the hours that we have spent,
When we have chid this hasty footed time
For parting us,- O, is all forgot?
All school-days’ friendship, childhood innocence?
We, Hermia, like two artificial gods,
Have with our needles created both one flower,
Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
As if our hands, our sides, voices, and minds
Have been incorporate. So we grew together,
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,
But yet...