Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. In that same place thou hast appointed me,
Her. To morrow truly will I meete with thee.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. Keepe promise loue: looke here comes Helena.
Lys. Enter Helena.
Her. Her.
Her. God speede faire Helena, whither away?
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Cal you me faire? that faire againe vnsay,
Hel. Demetrius loues you faire: O happie faire!
Hel. Your eyes are loadstarres, and your tongues sweete ayre
Hel. More tuneable then Larke to shepheards eare,
Hel. When wheate is greene, when hauthorne buds appeare,
Hel. Sicknesse is catching: O were fauor so,
Hel. Your words I catch, faire Hermia ere I go,
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