Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hip. Seeme all one mutuall cry. I neuer heard
Hip. So musicall a discord, such sweet thunder.
Thes. Thes.
Thes. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kinde,
Thes. So flew'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
Thes. With eares that sweepe away the morning dew,
Thes. Crooke kneed, and dew‑lapt, like Thessalian Buls,
Thes. Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bels,
Thes. Each vnder each. A cry more tuneable
Thes. Was neuer hallowed to, nor cheer'd with horne,
Thes. In Creete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly;
Thes. Iudge when you heare. But soft, what nimphs are these?
Egeus. Egeus.
Egeus. My Lord, this is my daughter heere asleepe,
Egeus. And this Lysander, this Demetrius is,
Egeus. This Helena, olde Nedars Helena,
Egeus. I wonder of this being heere together.
The. The.
The. No doubt they rose vp early, to obserue
The. The right of May; and hearing our intent,