Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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The. Awake the pert and nimble spirit of mirth,
The. Turne melancholy forth to Funerals:
The. The pale companion is not for our pompe,
The. Hippolita, I woo'd thee with my sword,
The. And wonne thy loue, doing thee iniuries:
The. But I will wed thee in another key,
The. With pompe, with triumph, and with reuelling.
The. Enter Egeus and his daughter Hermia, Lysander,
The. and Demetrius.
Ege. Ege.
Ege. Happy be Theseus, our renowned Duke.
The. The.
The. Thanks good Egeus: what's the news with thee?
Ege. Full of vexation, come I, with complaint
Ege. Against my childe, my daughter Hermia.
Ege. Stand forth Dometrius.
Ege. My Noble Lord,
Ege. This man hath my consent to marrie her.
Ege. Stand forth Lysander.