Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hip. Hip.
Hip. But all the storie of the night told ouer,
Hip. And all their minds transfigur'd so together,
Hip. More witnesseth than fancies images,
Hip. And growes to something of great constancie;
Hip. But howsoeuer, strange, and admirable.
Hip. Enter louers, Lysander, Demetrius, Hermia,
Hip. and Helena.
The. The.
The. Heere come the louers, full of ioy and mirth:
The. Ioy, gentle friends, ioy and fresh dayes
The. Of loue accompany your hearts.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. More then to vs, waite in your royall walkes,
Lys. your boord, your bed.
The. Come now, what maskes, what dances shall
The. we haue,
The. To weare away this long age of three houres,
The. Between our after supper, and bed‑time?