Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth, mistook by me, Pleading for a lover’s fee. Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord, what fools these mortals be!
It's because of those like you, girl, that people fall upon the wrong path. Don't think I haven't noticed you others doing the same, however. We don't reveal the future for a reason, even if it is your past. This place isn't like any other and its history will not bear resemblance to yours.