Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Lys. Faire Helena; who more engilds the night,
Lys. Then all yon fierie oes, and eies of light.
Lys. Why seek'st thou me? Could not this make thee know,
Lys. The hate I bare thee, made me leaue thee so?
Her. Her.
Her. You speake not as you thinke; it cannot be.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Loe, she is one of this confederacy,
Hel. Now I perceiue they haue conioyn'd all three,
Hel. To fashion this false sport in spight of me.
Hel. Iniurous Hermia, most vngratefull maid,
Hel. Haue you conspir'd, haue you with these contriu'd
Hel. To baite me, with this foule derision?
Hel. Is all the counsell that we two haue shar'd,
Hel. The sisters vowes, the houres that we haue spent,
Hel. When wee haue chid the hasty footed time,
Hel. For parting vs; O, is all forgot?
Hel. All schooledaies friendship, child‑hood innocence?
Hel. We Hermia, like two Artificiall gods,
Hel. Haue with our needles, created both one flower,