Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. When truth kils truth, O diuelish holy fray!
Hel. These vowes are Hermias. Will you giue her ore?
Hel. Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh.
Hel. Your vowes to her, and me, (put in two scales)
Hel. Will euen weigh, and both as light as tales.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. I had no iudgement, when to her I swore.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Nor none in my minde, now you giue her ore.
Lys. Demetrius loues her, and he loues not you.
Lys. Awa.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. O Helen, goddesse, nimph, perfect, diuine,
Dem. To what my, loue, shall I compare thine eyne!
Dem. Christall is muddy, O how ripe in show,
Dem. Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow!
Dem. That pure congealed white, high Taurus snow,
Dem. Fan'd with the Easterne winde, turnes to a crow,
Dem. When thou holdst vp thy hand. O let me kisse