Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lys. It is not so.
De. De.
De. Disparage not the faith thou dost not know,
De. Lest to thy perill thou abide it deare.
De. Looke where thy Loue comes, yonder is thy deare.
De. Enter Hermia.
Her. Her.
Her. Dark night, that from the eye his function takes,
Her. The eare more quicke of apprehension makes,
Her. Wherein it doth impaire the seeing sense,
Her. It paies the hearing double recompence.
Her. Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander found,
Her. Mine eare (I thanke it) brought me to that sound.
Her. But why vnkindly didst thou leaue me so?
Lysan. Lysan.
Lysan. Why should hee stay whom Loue doth presse (to go?
Her. What loue could presse Lysander from my side?
Lys. Lys.
Lys. Lysanders loue (that would not let him bide)