Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. I am as faire now, as I was ere while.
Her. Since night you lou'd me: yet since night you left me.
Her. Why then you left me (O the gods forbid
Her. In earnest, shall I say?
Lys. Lys.
Lys. I, by my life;
Lys. And neuer did desire to see thee more.
Lys. Therefore be out of hope, of question, of doubt;
Lys. Be certaine, nothing truer: 'tis no iest,
Lys. That I doe hate thee, and loue Helena.
Her. Her.
Her. O me, you iugler, you canker blossome,
Her. You theefe of loue; What, haue you come by night,
Her. And stolne my loues heart from him?
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Fine yfaith:
Hel. Haue you no modesty, no maiden shame,
Hel. No touch of bashfulnesse? What, will you teare
Hel. Impatient answers from my gentle tongue?
Hel. Fie, fie, you counterfeit, you puppet, you.