Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. Nor doth this wood lacke worlds of company,
Hel. N3
Hel. For
Hel. A Midsommer nights Dreame.
Hel. For you in my respect are nllall the world.
Hel. Then how can it be said I am alone,
Hel. When all the world is heere to looke on me?
Dem. Dem.
Dem. Ile run from thee, and hide me in the brakes,
Dem. And leaue thee to the mercy of wilde beasts.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. The wildest hath not such a heart as you;
Hel. Runne when you will, the story shall be chang'd:
Hel. Apollo flies, and Daphne holds the chase;
Hel. The Doue pursues the Griffin, the milde Hinde
Hel. Makes speed to catch the Tyger. Bootlesse speede,
Hel. When cowardise pursues, and valour flies.
Demet. Demet.
Demet. I will not stay thy questions, let me go;
Demet. Or if thou follow me, doe not beleeue,