Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lys. In their natiuity all truth appeares.
Lys. How can these things in me, seeme scorne to you?
Lys. Bearing the badge of faith to proue them true.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. You doe aduance your cunning more & more,
Hel. When truth kils truth, O diuelish holy fray!
Hel. These vowes are Hermias. Will you giue her ore?
Hel. Weigh oath with oath, and you will nothing weigh.
Hel. Your vowes to her, and me, (put in two scales)
Hel. Will euen weigh, and both as light as tales.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. I had no iudgement, when to her I swore.
Hel. Nor none in my minde, now you giue her ore.
Lys. Demetrius loues her, and he loues not you.
Lys. Awa.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. O Helen, goddesse, nimph, perfect, diuine,
Dem. To what my, loue, shall I compare thine eyne!