Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lys. To honour Helen, and to be her Knight.
Lys. Exit.
Her. Her.
Her. Helpe me Lysander, helpe me; do thy best
Her. To plucke this crawling serpent from my brest.
Her. Aye me, for pitty; what a dreame was here?
Her. Lysander looke, how I do quake with feare:
Her. Me‑thought a serpent eate my heart away,
Her. And yet sat smiling at his cruell prey.
Her. Lysander, what remoou'd? Lysander, Lord,
Her. What, out of hearing, gone? No sound, no word?
Her. Alacke where are you? speake and if you heare:
Her. Speake of all loues; I sound almost with feare.
Her. No, then I well perceiue you are not nye,
Her. Either death or you Ile finde immediately.
Her. Exit.
Her. Actus Tertius.
Her. [Act 3, Scene 1]
Her. Enter the Clownes.
Bot. Bot.