Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ob. But hast thou yet lacht the Athenians eyes,
Ob. With the loue iuyce, as I did bid thee doe?
Rob. Rob.
Rob. I tooke him sleeping (that is finisht to)
Rob. And the Athenian woman by his side,
Rob. That when he wak't, of force she must be eyde.
Rob. Enter Demetrius and Hermia.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. Stand close, this is the same Athenian.
Rob. This is the woman, but not this the man.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. O why rebuke you him that loues you so?
Dem. Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Her. Her.
Her. Now I but chide, but I should vse thee worse.
Her. For thou (I feare) hast giuen me cause to curse,
Her. If thou hast slaine Lysander in his sleepe,
Her. Being ore shooes in bloud, plunge in the deepe, and kill
Her. me too: