Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puck. Puck.
Puck. Captaine of our Fairy band,
Puck. Helena is heere at hand,
Puck. And the youth, mistooke by me,
Puck. Pleading for a Louers fee.
Puck. Shall we their fond Pageant see?
Puck. Lord, what fooles these mortals be!
Ob. Ob.
Ob. Stand aside: the noyse they make,
Ob. Will cause Demetrius to awake.
Puck. Then will two at once wooe one,
Puck. That must needs be sport alone:
Puck. And those things doe best please me,
Puck. That befall preposterously.
Puck. Enter Lysander and Helena.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. Why should you think yt I should wooe in scorn?
Lys. Scorne and derision neuer comes in teares:
Lys. Looke when I vow I weepe; and vowes so borne,