Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. I know not by what power I am made bold,
Her. Nor how it may concerne my modestie
Her. In such a presence heere to pleade my thoughts:
Her. But I beseech your Grace, that I may know
Her. The worst that may befall me in this case,
Her. If I refuse to wed Demetrius.
The. The.
The. Either to dye the death, or to abiure
The. For euer the society of men.
The. Therefore faire Hermia question your desires,
The. Know of your youth, examine well your blood,
The. Whether (if you yeeld not to your fathers choice)
The. You can endure the liuerie of a Nunne,
The. For aye to be in shady Cloister mew'd,
The. To liue a barren sister all your life,
The. Chanting faint hymnes to the cold fruitlesse Moone,
The. Thrice blessed they that master so their blood,
The. To vndergo such maiden pilgrimage,
The. But earthlier happie is the Rose distil'd,
The. Then that which withering on the virgin thorne,