Dark night, that from the eye his function takes

Hermia, to Lysander
Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
The ear more quick of apprehension makes;
Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense,
It pays the hearing double recompense.
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found;
Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?

You speak not as you think. It cannot be.

Lysander
Why should he stay whom love doth press to go?
Hermia
What love could press Lysander from my side?
Lysander
Lysander’s love, that would not let him bide,
Fair Helena, who more engilds the night
Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
Why seek’st thou me? Could not this make thee know
The hate I bear thee made me leave thee so?
Hermia
You speak not as you think. It cannot be.