Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. And in the wood, where often you and I,
Her. Vpon faint Primrose beds, were wont to lye,
Her. Emptying our bosomes, of their counsell sweld:
Her. There my Lysander, and my selfe shall meete,
Her. And thence from Athens turne away our eyes
Her. To seeke new friends and strange companions,
Her. Farwell sweet play‑fellow, pray thou for vs,
Her. And good lucke grant thee thy Demetrius.
Her. Keepe word Lysander we must starue our sight,
Her. From louers foode, till morrow deepe midnight.
Her. Exit Hermia.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. I will my Hermia. Helena adieu,
Lys. As you on him, Demetrius dotes on you.
Lys. Exit Lysander.
Hele. Hele.
Hele. How happy some, ore othersome can be?
Hele. Through Athens I am thought as faire as she.
Hele. But what of that? Demetrius thinkes not so:
Hele. He will not know, what all, but he doth know,