Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dem. Dem.
Dem. Quick, come.
Her. Her.
Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Lys. Lys.
Lys. Away, you Ethiope.
Dem. No, no, Sir, seeme to breake loose;
Dem. Take on as you would follow,
Dem. But yet come not: you are a tame man, go.
Lys. Hang off thou cat, thou bur; vile thing let loose,
Lys. Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.
Her. Why are you growne so rude?
Her. What change is this sweete Loue?
Lys. Thy loue? out tawny Tartar, out;
Lys. Out loathed medicine; O hated poison hence.