Obe. For she his hairy temples then hath rounded With coronets of fresh and fragrant flowers. Her. -We must starve our sight Tita. Sing me now asleep; Then to your offices, and let me rest. Puck. I go; I go; look, how I go; Tità. So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle Gently entwist :-the female ivy so Enrings the barky film of the elm. Oh, how I love thee! how I doat on thee! Act IV. Scene I. Pyr. I see a voice; now will I to the chink, This. My love! thou art my love, I think. Act V. Scene I. |