Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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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,
Hele. And as hee erres, doting on Hermias eyes;
Hele. So I, admiring of his qualities:
Hele. Things base and vilde, holding no quantity,
Hele. Loue can transpose to forme and dignity,
Hele. Loue lookes not with the eyes, but with the minde,