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LYSANDER One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.
HELENA
O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent
To set against me for your merriment.
If you were civil, and knew courtesy,
You would not do me thus much injury.
Can you not hate me, as I know you do,
But you must join in souls to mock me too?