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 | Relent, sweet Hermia: and, Lysander, yield Thy crazed title to my certain right. | |
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| You have her father's love, Demetrius; Let me have Hermia's: do you marry him. | |
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| 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. | |
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| I am, my lord, as well deriv'd as he, As well possess'd; my love is more than his; My fortunes every way as fairly rank'd, If not with vantage, I am beloved of Hermia: Why should not I then prosecute my right? | |
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| Lysander interrupts, accusing Demetrius of being fickle in love, saying that he was once engaged to Hermias friend Helena but abandoned her after he met Hermia. Theseus admits that he has heard this story, and he takes Egeus and Demetrius aside to discuss it. |
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| I must confess that I have heard so much, And with Demetrius thought to have spoke thereof; But, being over-full of self-affairs. | |
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| With duty and desire we follow you. | |
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