Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bot. The more the pittie, that some honest neighbours will
Bot. not make them friends. Nay, I can gleeke vpon occa
Bot. sion.
Tyta. Tyta.
Tyta. Thou art as wise, as thou art beautifull.
Bot. Bot.
Bot. Not so neither: but if I had wit enough to get
Bot. out of this wood, I haue enough to serue mine owne
Bot. turne.
Tyta. Out of this wood, do not desire to goe,
Tyta. Thou shalt remaine here, whether thou wilt or no.
Tyta. I am a spirit of no common rate:
Tyta. The Summer still doth tend vpon my state,
Tyta. And I doe loue thee; therefore goe with me,
Tyta. Ile giue thee Fairies to attend on thee;
Tyta. And they shall fetch thee Iewels from the deepe,
Tyta. And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleepe:
Tyta. And I will purge thy mortall grossenesse so,
Tyta. That thou shalt like an airie spirit go.