Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puck. Shall we their fond Pageant see?
Puck. Lord, what fooles these mortals be!
Ob. Ob.
Ob. Stand aside: the noyse they make,
Ob. Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Puck.
Puck. Then will two at once wooe one,
Puck. That must needs be sport alone:
Puck. And those things doe best please me,
Puck. That befall preposterously.
Puck. Enter Lysander and Helena.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. Why should you think yt I should wooe in scorn?
Lys. Scorne and derision neuer comes in teares:
Lys. Looke when I vow I weepe; and vowes so borne,
Lys. In their natiuity all truth appeares.
Lys. How can these things in me, seeme scorne to you?
Lys. Bearing the badge of faith to proue them true.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. You doe aduance your cunning more & more,