I said what Ihad to say. Everything is lost for me Ifear. I really do not understand why he treats me so callous.
In the first soliloquy of Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream, Helena talks primarily of a love that contains depth, a love that looks at who a person is, personality-wise, as opposed to nothing more than their appearance. Helena explains, "Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind" (1.1.240). In the shallow culture in which Helena lives, and even in today's society, it is difficult for people to look beyond the outer shell and follow a deeper perception. The concept of the "perfect person" is constantly drilled into people's minds. In Helena's day, this was through expectations taught to children from their parents. Today, this type of expectation comes mostly from the media and entertainment industries.
How happy some o'er other some can be! Through Athens I am thought as fair as she. But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so; He will not know what all but he do know: And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes, So I, admiring of his qualities: Things base and vile, folding no quantity, Love can transpose to form and dignity
At this part of my soliloquy I am simply saying that I am just as good as Hermia and Demetrius does not see that. He does not know that I still love him but he knows that he is in love with Hermia. He focuses on Hermias beauty when I know that she is an ugly person inside. This is when I question cupid... Why shouldn't I
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind: Nor hath Love's mind of any judgement taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is Love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguiled. As waggish boys in game themselves forswear, So the boy Love is perjured every where:
I am questioning why Demetrius is looking only with his eyes and not his mind because he just see's the beauty on the outside of Hermia. I know Demetrius is being rash with his decision to marry Hermia. I need to marry. What else will I do?
For ere Demetrius look'd on Hermia's eyne, He hail'd down oaths that he was only mine; And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt, So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.
When he and I were together he looked onto silly Hermia and instantly he gave up every promise, or oath, that he had with me and that he was hers. So when he was with Hermia all of his promises melted away and meant nothing.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight: Then to the wood will he to-morrow night Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense: But herein mean I to enrich my pain, To have his sight thither and back again.
I said what Ihad to say. Everything is lost for me Ifear. I really do not understand why he treats me so callous.
