Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Hel. Nor longer stay in your curst companie.
Hel. Your hands then mine, are quicker for a fray,
Hel. My legs are longer though to runne away.
Hel. Enter Oberon and Pucke.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. This is thy negligence, still thou mistak'st,
Ob. Or else committ'st thy knaueries willingly.
Puck. Puck.
Puck. Beleeue me, King of shadowes, I mistooke,
Puck. Did not you tell me, I should know the man,
Puck. By the Athenian garments he hath on?
Puck. And so farre blamelesse proues my enterprize,
Puck. That I haue nointed an Athenians eies,
Puck. And so farre am I glad, it so did sort,
Puck. As this their iangling I esteeme a sport.
Ob. Thou seest these Louers seeke a place to fight,
Ob. Hie therefore Robin, ouercast the night,
Ob. The starrie Welkin couer thou anon,
Ob. With drooping fogge as blacke as Acheron,