Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. (Vnworthy as I am) to follow you.
Hel. What worser place can I beg in your loue,
Hel. (And yet a place of high respect with me)
Hel. Then to be vsed as you doe your dogge.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit,
Dem. For I am sicke when I do looke on thee.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. And I am sicke when I looke not on you.
Dem. You doe impeach your modesty too much,
Dem. To leaue the Citty, and commit your selfe
Dem. Into the hands of one that loues you not,
Dem. To trust the opportunity of night,
Dem. And the ill counsell of a desert place,
Dem. With the rich worth of your virginity.
Hel. Your vertue is my priuiledge: for that
Hel. It is not night when I doe see your face.
Hel. Therefore I thinke I am not in the night,