Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dem. For debt that bankrout slip doth sorrow owe,
Dem. Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
Dem. If
Dem. A Midsommer nights Dreame.
Dem. If for his tender here I make some stay.
Dem. Lie downe.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite
Ob. And laid the loue iuyce on some true loues sight:
Ob. Of thy misprision, must perforce ensue
Ob. Some true loue turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.
Rob. Rob.
Rob. Then fate ore‑rules, that one man holding troth,
Rob. A million faile, confounding oath on oath.
Ob. About the wood, goe swifter then the winde,
Ob. And Helena of Athens looke thou finde.
Ob. All fancy sicke she is, and pale of cheere,
Ob. With sighes of loue, that costs the fresh bloud deare.
Ob. By some illusion see thou bring her heere,