Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lis. Faire loue, you faint with wandring in ye woods,
Lis. And to speake troth I haue forgot our way:
Lis. Wee'll rest vs Hermia, if you thinke it good,
Lis. And tarry for the comfort of the day.
Her. Her.
Her. Be it so Lysander; finde you out a bed,
Her. For I vpon this banke will rest my head.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. One turfe shall serue as pillow for vs both,
Lys. One heart, one bed, two bosomes, and one troth.
Her. Nay good Lysander, for my sake my deere
Her. Lie further off yet, doe not lie so neere.
Lys. O take the sence sweet, of my innocence,
Lys. Loue takes the meaning, in loues conference,
Lys. I meane that my heart vnto yours is knit,
Lys. So that but one heart can you make of it.
Lys. Two bosomes interchanged with an oath,
Lys. So then two bosomes, and a single troth.