Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lor. The moone shines bright. In such a night as this,
Lor. When the sweet winde did gently kisse the trees,
Lor. And they did make no noyse, in such a night
Lor. Troylus me thinkes mounted the Troian walls,
Lor. And sigh'd his soule toward the Grecian tents
Lor. Where Cressed lay that night.
Ies. Ies.
Ies. In such a night
Ies. Did Thisbie fearefully ore‑trip the dewe,
Ies. And saw the Lyons shadow ere himselfe,
Ies. And ranne dismayed away.
Loren. Loren.
Loren. In such a night
Loren. Stood Dido with a Willow in her hand
Loren. Vpon the wilde sea bankes, and waft her Loue
Loren. To come againe to Carthage.
Ies. Medea gathered the inchanted hearbs
Ies. That did renew old Eson.