Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Pir. Pat as I told you; yonder she comes.
This. This.
This. O vvall, full often hast thou heard my mones,
This. For parting my faire Piramus, and me.There is damage from here for five lines, although no text is rendered illegible due to it: a tear, repaired with a paper patch on the recto of this page.
This. My cherry lips haue often kist thy stones;
This. Thy stones vvith Lime and Haire knit vp in thee.
Pyra. Pyra.
Pyra. I see a voyce; now vvill I to the chinke,
Pyra. To spy and I can heare my Thisbies face. Thisbie?
This. My Loue thou art, my Loue I thinke.
Pir. Pir.
Pir. Thinke vvhat thou vvilt, I am thy Louers grace,
Pir. And like Limander am I trusty still.
This. And like Helen till the Fates me kill.
Pir. Not Shafalus to Procrus, was so true.
This. As Shafalus to Procrus, I to you.