Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Dem. Neuer so little shew of loue to her,
Dem. Thou shalt abide it.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. Now she holds me not,
Lys. Now follow if thou dar'st, to try whose right,
Lys. Of thine or mine is most in Helena.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. Follow? Nay, Ile goe with thee cheeke by
Dem. iowle.
Dem. Exit Lysander and Demetrius.
Her. Her.
Her. You Mistris, all this coyle is long of you.
Her. Nay, goe not backe.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. I will not trust you I,
Hel. Nor longer stay in your curst companie.
Hel. Your hands then mine, are quicker for a fray,
Hel. My legs are longer though to runne away.
Hel. Enter Oberon and Pucke.
Ob. Ob.