Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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De. Enter Hermia.
Her. Her.
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
Her. The eare more quicke of apprehension makes,
Her. Wherein it doth impaire the seeing sense,
Her. It paies the hearing double recompence.
Her. Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander found,
Her. Mine eare (I thanke it) brought me to that sound.
Her. But why vnkindly didst thou leaue me so?
Lysan. Lysan.
Lysan. Why should hee stay whom Loue doth presse (to go?
Her. What loue could presse Lysander from my side?
Lys. Lys.
Lys. Lysanders loue (that would not let him bide)
Lys. Faire Helena; who more engilds the night,
Lys. Then all yon fierie oes, and eies of light.
Lys. Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know,
Lys. The hate I bare thee, made me leaue thee so?