Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ob. About the wood, goe swifter then the winde,
Ob. And Helena of Athens looke thou finde.
Ob. All fancy sicke she is, and pale of cheere,
Ob. With sighes of loue, that costs the fresh bloud deare.
Ob. By some illusion see thou bring her heere,
Ob. Ile charme his eyes against she doth appeare.
Robin. Robin.
Robin. I go, I go, looke how I goe,
Robin. Swifter then arrow from the Tartars bowe.
Robin. Exit.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. Flower of this purple die,
Ob. Hit with Cupids archery,
Ob. Sinke in apple of his eye,
Ob. When his loue he doth espie,
Ob. Let her shine as gloriously
Ob. As the Venus of the sky.
Ob. When thou wak'st if she be by,
Ob. Beg of her for remedy.
Ob. Enter Pucke.