A Midsommer nightes dreame.
10911042O, once tell true: tell true, euen for my
sake:
10921043Dur
st thou haue lookt vpon him, being awake?
10931044And ha
st thou kild him,
sleeping? O braue tutch!
10941045Could not a worme, an Adder do
so much?
10951046An Adder did it: For with doubler tongue
10961047Then thyne (thou
serpent) neuer Adder
stung.
10971048Deme. You
spende your pa
ssion, on a mi
spris'd mood:
10981049I am not guilty of
Lysanders bloode:
10991050Nor is he deade, for ought that I can tell.
11001051Her. I pray thee, tell mee then, that he is well.
11011052De. And if I could, what
should I get therefore?
11021053Her. A priuiledge, neuer to
see mee more:
11031054And from thy hated pre
sence part I:
see me no more;
11051056Deme. There is no following her in this
fierce vaine.
11061057Heere therefore, for a while, I will remaine.
11071058So
sorrowes heauine
sse doth heauier growe.
11081059For debt that bankrout
slippe doth
sorrow owe:
11091060Which now in
some
slight mea
sure it will pay;
11101061If for his tender here I make
some
stay.
Ly doune. 11111062Ob. What ha
st thou done? Thou ha
st mi
staken quite,
11121063And laid the loue iuice on
some true loues
sight.
11131064Of thy mi
spri
sion, mu
st perforce en
sue
11141065Some true loue turnd, and not a fal
se turnd true.
11151066Robi. Then fate orerules, that one man holding troth,
11161067A million faile, confounding oath on oath.
11171068Ob. About the wood, goe
swifter then the winde,
11181069And
Helena of
Athens looke thou
finde.
11191070All fancy
sicke
she is and pale of cheere,
11201071With
sighes of loue, that co
sts the fre
sh blood deare.
11211072By
some illu
sion
see thou bring her here:
11221073Ile charme his eyes, again
st she doe appeare.
11231074Robin. I goe, I goe, looke how I goe.
11241075Swifter then arrow, from the
Tartars bowe.
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