Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. What change is this sweete Loue?
Lys. Lys.
Lys. Thy loue? out tawny Tartar, out;
Lys. Out loathed medicine; O hated poison hence.
Her. Her.
Her. Do you not iest?
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Yes sooth, and so do you.
Lys. Demetrius: I will keepe my word with thee.
Dem. Dem.
Dem. I would I had your bond: for I perceiue
Dem. A weake bond holds you; Ile not trust your word.
Lys. What, should I hurt her, strike her, kill her dead?
Lys. Although I hate her, Ile not harme her so.
Her. What, can you do me greater harme then hate?
Her. Hate me, wherefore? O me, what newes my Loue?
Her. Am not I Hermia? Are not you Lysander?