Helena talking to Demetrius in A Midsummer’s Night Dream
What flaw do you see in I, Helena?
My complexion is as fair as Hermia,
and my voice as sweet as a nightingale.
Let Hermia be; she holds no place for thee.
She dotes on Lysander, so be mine.
You have deprived me of my senses,
and beguiled me by your visage.
I pray thee, give me a chance to stand by thee,
to undo my woe, cast by thou hate at me,
and then, we shall be happy, I promise thee.