Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ege. With dutie and desire we follow you.
Ege. Exeunt
Ege. Manet Lysander and Hermia.
Lys. Lys.
Lys. How now my loue? Why is your cheek so pale?
Lys. How chance the Roses there do fade so fast?
Her. Her.
Her. Belike for want of raine, which I could well
Her. Beteeme them, from the tempest of mine eyes.
Lys. For ought that euer I could reade,
Lys. Could euer heare by tale or historie,
Lys. The course of true loue neuer did run smooth,
Lys. But either it was different in blood.
Her. O crosse! too high to be enthral'd to loue.
Lys. Or else misgraffed, in respect of yeares.
Her. O spight! too old to be ingag'd to yong.