Helena

Helena: How happy some o'er others can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so.
He will not know what all but he do know.
And as he errs doting on Hermis's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity. Love looks not with the eyes but with the mind; And therefore is winged cupid painted blind.
For, ere Demetrious looked on Hermia's eyne,
He hailed down oaths that he was only mine;
And when this hail, some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolved, and show'rs of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight.
Then to the wood will he tomorrow night
Pursue her. And, for this intelligence
If I have thanks, it is a dear expense,
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither and back again.