Lord Frederick Leighton The Painter's Honeymoon painting

Lord Frederick Leighton The Painter's Honeymoon painting
Douglas Hoffman dying swan painting
Have you not set Lysander, as in scorn,To follow me and praise my eyes and face?And made your other love, Demetrius,Who even but now did spurn me with his foot,To call me goddess, nymph, divine and rare,Precious, celestial? Wherefore speaks he thisTo her he hates? and wherefore doth LysanderDeny your love, so rich within his soul,And tender me, forsooth, affection,But by your setting on, by your consent?What thought I be not so in grace as you,So hung upon with love, so fortunate,But miserable most, to love unloved?This you should pity rather than despise.
HERNIA
I understand not what you mean by this.
HELENA
Ay, do, persever, counterfeit sad looks,Make mouths upon me when I turn my back;Wink each at other; hold the sweet jest up:This sport, well carried, shall be chronicled.If you have any pity, grace, or manners,You would not make me such an argument.But fare ye well: 'tis partly my own fault;Which death or absence soon shall remedy.
LYSANDER
Stay, gentle Helena; hear my excuse:My love, my life my soul, fair Helena!