A Midsummer Night's Dream (Quarto 1, 1600)
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A Midsommer nightes dreame.
¶If you haue any pitty, grace, or manners,
¶You would not make mee such an argument.
1270But fare ye well: tis partly my owne fault:
¶My loue, my life, my soule, faire Helena.
¶Hel. O excellent!
¶Helen, I loue thee, by my life I doe:
¶Dem. Quick come.
¶Lys. Away, you Ethiop.
¶Dem. No, no: heele
¶Seeme to breake loose: take on as you would follow;
¶But yet come not. You are a tame man, go.
¶Sweete loue?
¶Lys. Thy loue? Out tawny Tartar, out:
1295Out loathed medcine: ? hated potion hence.
¶Lys. Demetrius, I will keepe my word, with thee.
¶Dem. I would I had your bond. For I perceiue,
1300A weake bond holds you. Ile not trust your word.
Lys.
