Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. My eare should catch your voice, my eye, your eye,
Hel. My tongue should catch your tongues sweete melodie,
Hel. Were the world mine, Demetrius being bated,
Hel. The rest Ile giue to be to you translated.
Hel. O teach me how you looke, and with what art
Hel. you sway the motion of Demetrius hart.
Her. Her.
Her. I frowne vpon him, yet he loues me still.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. O that your frownes would teach my smiles
Hel. such skil.
Her. I giue him curses, yet he giues me loue.
Hel. O that my prayers could such affection mooue.
Her. The more I hate, the more he followes me.
Hel. The more I loue, the more he hateth me.