Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. That I did neuer, no nor neuer can,
Hel. Deserue a sweete looke from Demetrius eye,
Hel. But you must flout my insufficiency?
Hel. Good troth you do me wrong (good‑sooth you do)
Hel. In such disdainfull manner, me to wooe.
Hel. But fare you well; perforce I must confesse,
Hel. I thought you Lord of more true gentlenesse.
Hel. Oh, that a Lady of one man refus'd,
Hel. Should of another therefore be abus'd.
Hel. Exit.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. She sees not Hermia: Hermia sleepe thou there,
Lys. And neuer maist thou come Lysander neere;
Lys. For as a surfeit of the sweetest things
Lys. The deepest loathing to the stomacke brings:
Lys. Or as the heresies that men do leaue,
Lys. Are hated most of those that did deceiue:
Lys. So thou, my surfeit, and my heresie,
Lys. Of all be hated; but the most of me;
Lys. And all my powers addresse your loue and might,