Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Hel. O weary night, O long and tedious night,
Hel. Abate thy houres, shine comforts from the East,
Hel. That I may backe to Athens by day‑light,
Hel. From these that my poore companie detest;
Hel. And sleepe that sometime shuts vp sorrowes eie,
Hel. Steale me a while from mine owne companie.
Hel. Sleepe.
Rob. Rob.
Rob. Yet but three? Come one more,
Rob. Two of both kindes makes vp foure.
Rob. Here she comes, curst and sad,
Rob. Cupid is a knauish lad,
Rob. Enter Hermia.
Rob. Thus to make poore females mad.
Her. Her.
Her. Neuer so wearie, neuer so in woe,
Her. Bedabbled with the dew, and torne with briars,
Her. I can no further crawle, no further goe;
Her. My legs can keepe no pace with my desires.
Her. Here will I rest me till the breake of day,