Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Lys. To proue him false, that saies I loue thee not.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. I say, I loue thee more then he can do.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. If thou say so, with‑draw and proue it too.
Dem. Quick, come.
Her. Her.
Her. Lysander, whereto tends all this?
Lys. Away, you Ethiope.
Dem. No, no, Sir, seeme to breake loose;
Dem. Take on as you would follow,
Dem. But yet come not: you are a tame man, go.
Lys. Hang off thou cat, thou bur; vile thing let loose,
Lys. Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent.
Her. Why are you growne so rude?