Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Her. Lower? harke againe.
Hel. Hel.
Hel. Good Hermia, do not be so bitter with me,
Hel. I euermore did loue you Hermia,
Hel. Did euer keepe your counsels, neuer wronged you,
Hel. Saue that in loue vnto Demetrius,
Hel. I told him of your stealth vnto this wood.
Hel. He followed you, for loue I followed him,
Hel. But he hath chid me hence, and threatned me
Hel. To strike me, spurne me, nay to kill me too;
Hel. And now, so you will let me quiet go,
Hel. To Athens will I beare my folly backe,
Hel. And follow you no further. Let me go.
Hel. You see how simple, and how fond I am.
Her. Her.
Her. Why get you gone: who ist that hinders you?
Hel. A foolish heart, that I leaue here behinde.
Her. What, with Lysander?