1 His folly, Helena, is no fault of mine.
2 Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray.
3 And I have found Demetrius like a jewel, Mine own, and not mine own.
4 Now follow, if thou dar'st, to try whose right, Of thine or mine, is most in Helena.
5 Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated, The rest I'd give to be to you translated.
6 And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
7 Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
8 Not so, neither; but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
9 Scornful Lysander, true, he hath my love; And what is mine my love shall render him; And she is mine, and all my right of her I do estate unto Demetrius.
10 For Pyramus therein doth kill himself, Which, when I saw rehears'd, I must confess, Made mine eyes water; but more merry tears The passion of loud laughter never shed.
11 For, ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine; And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolv'd, and showers of oaths did melt.
12 And, my gracious Duke, Be it so she will not here before your grace Consent to marry with Demetrius, I beg the ancient privilege of Athens: As she is mine I may dispose of her; Which shall be either to this gentleman Or to her death, according to our law Immediately provided in that case.