Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Wishes and teares; poore Fancies followers.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. A good perswasion; therefore heare me Hermia,
Lys. I haue a Widdow Aunt, a dowager,
Lys. Of great reuennew, and she hath no childe,
Lys. From Athens is her house remou'd seuen leagues,
Lys. And she respects me, as her onely sonne:
Lys. There gentle Hermia, may I marrie thee,
Lys. And to that place, the sharpe Athenian Law
Lys. Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me, then
Lys. Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night:
Lys. And in the wood, a league without the towne,
Lys. (Where I did meete thee once with Helena,
Lys. To do obseruance for a morne of May)
Lys. There will I stay for thee.
Her. Her.
Her. My good Lysander,
Her. I sweare to thee, by Cupids strongest bow,
Her. By his best arrow with the golden head,
Her. By the simplicitie of Venus Doues,