Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rob. That when he wak't, of force she must be eyde.
Rob. Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. Stand close, this is the same Athenian.
Rob. Rob.
Rob. This is the woman, but not this the man.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. O why rebuke you him that loues you so?
Dem. Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Her. Her.
Her. Now I but chide, but I should vse thee worse.
Her. For thou (I feare) hast giuen me cause to curse,
Her. If thou hast slaine Lysander in his sleepe,
Her. Being ore shooes in bloud, plunge in the deepe, and kill
Her. me too:
Her. The Sunne was not so true vnto the day,
Her. As he to me. Would he haue stollen away,
Her. From sleeping Hermia? Ile beleeue as soone
Her. This whole earth may be bord, and that the Moone
Her. May through the Center creepe, and so displease