Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Rob. Faire King attend, and marke,
Rob. I doe heare the morning Larke.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. Then my Queene in silence sad,
Ob. Trip we after the nights shade;
Ob. We the Globe can compasse soone,
Ob. Swifter then the wandring Moone.
Tita. Tita.
Tita. Come my Lord, and in our flight,
Tita. Tell me how it came this night,
Tita. That I sleeping heere was found,
Tita. Sleepers Lye still.
Tita. O
Tita. With
Tita. A Midsommer nights Dreame.
Tita. With these mortals on the ground.
Tita. Exeunt.
Tita. Winde Hornes.
Tita. Enter Theseus, Egeus, Hippolita and all his traine.
Thes. Thes.