Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lys. From Athens is her house remou'd seuen leagues,
Lys. And she respects me, as her onely sonne:
Lys. There gentle Hermia, may I marrie thee,
Lys. And to that place, the sharpe Athenian Law
Lys. Cannot pursue vs. If thou lou'st me, then
Lys. Steale forth thy fathers house to morrow night:
Lys. And in the wood, a league without the towne,
Lys. (Where I did meete thee once with Helena,
Lys. To do obseruance for a morne of May)
Lys. There will I stay for thee.
Her. Her.
Her. My good Lysander,
Her. I sweare to thee, by Cupids strongest bow,
Her. By his best arrow with the golden head,
Her. By the simplicitie of Venus Doues,
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)