Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tyta. So doth the woodbine, the sweet Honisuckle,
Tyta. Gently entwist; the female Iuy so
Tyta. Enrings the barky fingers of the Elme.
Tyta. O how I loue thee! how I dote on thee!
Tyta. Enter Robin goodfellow and Oberon.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. Welcome good Robin:
Ob. Seest thou this sweet sight?
Ob. Her dotage now I doe begin to pitty.
Ob. For meeting her of late behinde the wood,
Ob. Seeking sweet sauors for this hatefull foole,
Ob. I did vpbraid her, and fall out with her.
Ob. For she his hairy temples then had rounded,
Ob. With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers.
Ob. And that same dew which somtime on the buds,
Ob. Was wont to swell like round and orient pearles;
Ob. Stood now within the pretty flouriets eyes,
Ob. Like teares that did their owne disgrace bewaile.
Ob. When I had at my pleasure taunted her,
Ob. And she in milde termes beg'd my patience,