Kraize
11th December 2008, 06:48 AM
I've been trying to disect this passage and find 3 purposes of the passage, but all i got is that love is blind! would anyone PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help me with this in the next couple hours :( I'm having a tough time. My brain died. I suck at this. I find it hard.
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Translation if anyone wants:
HERMIA
I'm completely dumbfounded by what you're saying. I'm not insulting you. It sounds more like you're insulting me.
HELENA
Come on, confess. Didn't you send Lysander, as an insult, to follow me around praising my eyes and my face? Haven't you made your other love, Demetrius—who kicked me with his foot not long ago—call me a goddess and a divine, rare, precious, heavenly creature? Why does he talk like that to a girl he can't stand? And why does Lysander deny that he loves you, when he loves you so deeply? Why would he show me any affection, unless you told him to? Why does it matter that I'm not as lucky or lovable as you are and that the love I feel is unrequited? You should pity me for that reason, not hate me.
HERMIA
I don't know what you're talking about.
HELENA
Oh, fine. All right, go ahead, keep up your little game, pretend to be sympathetic, but then nudge each other and wink and make faces at me when I turn my back. Keep up your wonderful game. You're doing such a good job on this trick, someone should write a book about it. If you had any sense of pity, or manners, you wouldn't pretend to fight over me like this. But goodbye. It's partly my own fault, since I followed you here. Leaving—or dying—will soon take care of everything.
LYSANDER
Stay, lovely Helena. Listen to my excuse. My love, my life, my soul, beautiful Helena!
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Translation if anyone wants:
HERMIA
I'm completely dumbfounded by what you're saying. I'm not insulting you. It sounds more like you're insulting me.
HELENA
Come on, confess. Didn't you send Lysander, as an insult, to follow me around praising my eyes and my face? Haven't you made your other love, Demetrius—who kicked me with his foot not long ago—call me a goddess and a divine, rare, precious, heavenly creature? Why does he talk like that to a girl he can't stand? And why does Lysander deny that he loves you, when he loves you so deeply? Why would he show me any affection, unless you told him to? Why does it matter that I'm not as lucky or lovable as you are and that the love I feel is unrequited? You should pity me for that reason, not hate me.
HERMIA
I don't know what you're talking about.
HELENA
Oh, fine. All right, go ahead, keep up your little game, pretend to be sympathetic, but then nudge each other and wink and make faces at me when I turn my back. Keep up your wonderful game. You're doing such a good job on this trick, someone should write a book about it. If you had any sense of pity, or manners, you wouldn't pretend to fight over me like this. But goodbye. It's partly my own fault, since I followed you here. Leaving—or dying—will soon take care of everything.
LYSANDER
Stay, lovely Helena. Listen to my excuse. My love, my life, my soul, beautiful Helena!