Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. By that which knitteth soules, and prospers loue,
Her. And by that fire which burn'd the Carthage Queene,
Her. When the false Troyan vnder saile was seene,
Her. By all the vowes that euer men haue broke,
Her. (In number more then euer women spoke)
Her. In that same place thou hast appointed me,
Her. To morrow truly will I meete with thee.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. Keepe promise loue: looke here comes Helena.
Lys. Enter Helena.
Her. Her.
Her. God speede faire Helena, whither away?
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Cal you me faire? that faire againe vnsay,
Hel. Demetrius loues you faire: O happie faire!
Hel. Your eyes are loadstarres, and your tongues sweete ayre
Hel. More tuneable then Larke to shepheards eare,
Hel. When wheate is greene, when hauthorne buds appeare,
Hel. Sicknesse is catching: O were fauor so,
Hel. Your words I catch, faire Hermia ere I go,