Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. You speake not as you thinke; it cannot be.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Loe, she is one of this confederacy,
Hel. Now I perceiue they haue conioyn'd all three,
Hel. To fashion this false sport in spight of me.
Hel. Iniurous Hermia, most vngratefull maid,
Hel. Haue you conspir'd, haue you with these contriu'd
Hel. To baite me, with this foule derision?
Hel. Is all the counsell that we two haue shar'd,
Hel. The sisters vowes, the houres that we haue spent,
Hel. When wee haue chid the hasty footed time,
Hel. For parting vs; O, is all forgot?
Hel. All schooledaies friendship, child‑hood innocence?
Hel. We Hermia, like two Artificiall gods,
Hel. Haue with our needles, created both one flower,
Hel. Both on one sampler, sitting on one cushion,
Hel. Both warbling of one song, both in one key;
Hel. As if our hands, our sides, voices, and mindes
Hel. Had beene incorporate. So we grew together,
Hel. Like to a double cherry, seeming parted,