Titania.
There lies your love.How came these things to pass?
O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!
Oberon.
Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head.
Titania, music call; and strike more dead
Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
Titania.
Music, ho! music, such as charmeth sleep!
[Music, still.
Puck.
Now, when thou wakest, with thine own fool’s eyes peep.
Oberon.
Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity
And will to-morrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseus’ house triumphantly
And bless it to all fair prosperity:
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
Puck.
Fairy king, attend, and mark:
I do hear the morning lark.
