Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puck. For I must now to Oberon.
Puck. Exit.
Puck. Enter Demetrius and Helena running.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweete Demetrius.
De. De.
De. I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus.
Hel. O wilt thou darkling leaue me? do not so.
De. Stay on thy perill, I alone will goe.
De. Exit Demetrius.
Hel. O I am out of breath, in this fond chace,
Hel. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace,
Hel. Happy is Hermia, wheresoere she lies;
Hel. For she hath blessed and attractiue eyes.
Hel. How came her eyes so bright? Not with salt teares.
Hel. If so, my eyes are oftner washt then hers.
Hel. No, no, I am as vgly as a Beare;