Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Exit.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. There is no following her in this fierce vaine,
Dem. Here therefore for a while I will remaine.
Dem. So sorrowes heauinesse doth heauier grow:
Dem. For debt that bankrout slip doth sorrow owe,
Dem. Which now in some slight measure it will pay,
Dem. If
Dem. A Midsommer nights Dreame.
Dem. If for his tender here I make some stay.
Dem. Lie downe.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite
Ob. And laid the loue iuyce on some true loues sight:
Ob. Of thy misprision, must perforce ensue
Ob. Some true loue turn'd, and not a false turn'd true.
Rob. Rob.
Rob. Then fate ore‑rules, that one man holding troth,
Rob. A million faile, confounding oath on oath.