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1Her.
2Helpe me Lysander, helpe me; do thy best
3To plucke this crawling serpent from my brest.
4Aye me, for pitty; what a dreame was here?
5Lysander looke, how I do quake with feare:
6Me‑thought a serpent eate my heart away,
7And yet sat smiling at his cruell prey.
8Lysander, what remoou'd? Lysander, Lord,