Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puck. Puck.
Puck. Through the Forest haue I gone,
Puck. But Athenian finde I none,
Puck. One whose eyes I might approue
Puck. This flowers force in stirring loue.
Puck. Night and silence: who is heere?
Puck. Weedes of Athens he doth weare:
Puck. This is he (my master said)
Puck. Despised the Athenian maide:
Puck. And heere the maiden sleeping sound,
Puck. On
Puck. A Midsommer nights Dreame.
Puck. On the danke and durty ground.
Puck. Pretty soule, she durst not lye
Puck. Neere this lacke‑loue, this kill‑curtesie.
Puck. Churle, vpon thy eyes I throw
Puck. All the power this charme doth owe:
Puck. When thou wak'st, let loue forbid
Puck. Sleepe his seate on thy eye‑lid.
Puck. So awake when I am gone: