Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Deme. The one Ile stay, the other stayeth me.
Deme. Thou toldst me they were stolne into this wood;
Deme. And heere am I, and wood within this wood,
Deme. Because I cannot meet my Hermia.
Deme. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. You draw me, you hard‑hearted Adamant,
Hel. But yet you draw not Iron, for my heart
Hel. Is true as steele. Leaue you your power to draw,
Hel. And I shall haue no power to follow you.
Deme. Deme.
Deme. Do I entice you? do I speake you faire?
Deme. Or rather doe I not in plainest truth,
Deme. Tell you I doe not, nor I cannot loue you?
Hel. And euen for that doe I loue thee the more;
Hel. I am your spaniell, and Demetrius,
Hel. The more you beat me, I will fawne on you.
Hel. Vse me but as your spaniell; spurne me, strike me,
Hel. Neglect me, lose me; onely giue me leaue