Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ober. In thy eye that shall appeare,
Ober. When thou wak'st, it is thy deare,
Ober. Wake when some vile thing is neere.
Ober. Enter Lisander and Hermia.
Lis. Lis.
Lis. Faire loue, you faint with wandring in ye woods,
Lis. And to speake troth I haue forgot our way:
Lis. Wee'll rest vs Hermia, if you thinke it good,
Lis. And tarry for the comfort of the day.
Her. Her.
Her. Be it so Lysander; finde you out a bed,
Her. For I vpon this banke will rest my head.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. One turfe shall serue as pillow for vs both,
Lys. One heart, one bed, two bosomes, and one troth.
Her. Nay good Lysander, for my sake my deere
Her. Lie further off yet, doe not lie so neere.
Lys. O take the sence sweet, of my innocence,