Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puck. Churle, vpon thy eyes I throw
Puck. All the power this charme doth owe:
Puck. When thou wak'st, let loue forbid
Puck. Sleepe his seate on thy eye‑lid.
Puck. So awake when I am gone:
Puck. For I must now to Oberon.
Puck. Exit.
Puck. Enter Demetrius and Helena running.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Stay, though thou kill me, sweete Demetrius.
De. De.
De. I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus.
Hel. O wilt thou darkling leaue me? do not so.
De. Stay on thy perill, I alone will goe.
De. Exit Demetrius.
Hel. O I am out of breath, in this fond chace,
Hel. The more my prayer, the lesser is my grace,