Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Thes. To sleepe by hate, and feare no enmity.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. My Lord, I shall reply amazedly,
Lys. Halfe sleepe, halfe waking. But as yet, I sweare,
Lys. I cannot truly say how I came heere.
Lys. But as I thinke (for truly would I speake)
Lys. And now I doe bethinke me, so it is;
Lys. I came with Hermia hither. Our intent
Lys. Was to be gone from Athens, where we might be
Lys. Without the perill of the Athenian Law.
Ege. Ege.
Ege. Enough, enough, my Lord: you haue enough;
Ege. I beg the Law, the Law, vpon his head:
Ege. They would have stolne away, they would Demetrius,
Ege. Thereby to haue defeated you and me:
Ege. You of your wife, and me of my consent;
Ege. Of my consent, that she should be your wife.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. My Lord, faire Helen told me of their stealth,
Dem. Of this their purpose hither, to this wood,