Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. Hel.
Hel. Haue you not set Lysander, as in scorne
Hel. To follow me, and praise my eies and face?
Hel. And made your other loue, Demetrius
Hel. (Who euen but now did spurne me with his foote)
Hel. To call me goddesse, nimph, diuine, and rare,
Hel. Precious, celestiall? Wherefore speakes he this
Hel. To her he hates? And wherefore doth Lysander
Hel. Denie your loue (so rich within his soule)
Hel. And tender me (forsooth) affection,
Hel. But by your setting on, by your consent?
Hel. What though I be not so in grace as you,
Hel. So hung vpon with loue, so fortunate?
Hel. (But miserable most, to loue vnlou'd)
Hel. This you should pittie, rather then despise.
Her. Her.
Her. I vnderstand not what you meane by this.
Hel. I, doe, perseuer, counterfeit sad lookes,
Hel. Make mouthes vpon me when I turne my backe,