If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here, While these visions did appear.
Out of this wood do not desire to go: Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate.
Fairy King, attend, and mark: I do hear the morning lark.
So we grew together, Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, But yet an union in partition;
In this passage, Helena is referring both to herself and to