Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Demet. But I shall doe thee mischiefe in the wood.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. I, in the Temple, in the Towne, and Field
Hel. You doe me mischiefe. Fye Demetrius,
Hel. Your wrongs doe set a scandall on my sexe:
Hel. We cannot fight for loue, as men may doe;
Hel. We should be woo'd, and were not made to wooe.
Hel. I follow thee, and make a heauen of hell,
Hel. To die vpon the hand I loue so well.
Hel. Exit.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. Fare thee well Nymph, ere he do leaue this groue,
Ob. Thou shalt flie him, and he shall seeke thy loue.
Ob. Hast thou the flower there? Welcome wanderer.
Ob. Enter Pucke.
Puck. Puck.
Puck. I, there it is.
Ob. I pray thee giue it me.
Ob. I know a banke where the wilde time blowes,