Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Aye me, for pitty; what a dreame was here?
Her. Lysander looke, how I do quake with feare:
Her. Me‑thought a serpent eate my heart away,
Her. And yet sat smiling at his cruell prey.
Her. Lysander, what remoou'd? Lysander, Lord,
Her. What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?
Her. Alacke where are you? speake and if you heare:
Her. Speake of all loues; I sound almost with feare.
Her. No, then I well perceiue you are not nye,
Her. Either death or you Ile finde immediately.
Her. Exit.
Her. Actus Tertius.
Her. [Act 3, Scene 1]
Her. Enter the Clownes.
Bot. Bot.
Bot. Are we all met?
Quin. Quin.
Quin. Pat, pat, and here's a maruailous conuenient
Quin. place for our rehearsall. This greene plot shall be our
Quin. stage, this hauthorne brake our tyring house, and we will