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Obe. Fare thee well, nymph : ere he do leave this
grove, Thou shalt ily him, and he shall seek thy love.
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.
Puck. Ay, there it is.
pray thee, give it me.
More fond on her than she
her love. And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Puck. Fear not, my lord, your servant shall do
SCENE III.-Another part of the Wood
Enter TITANIA, with her Train Tita. Come, now a roundel and a fairy song ; Then, for the third part of a minute, hence; Some, to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds; Some, war with rere-mice for their leathern wings To make my small elves coats; and some, keep
back The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wonders At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep ; Then to your offices, and let me rest.
1 Fai. You spotted snakes with double tongue,
Thorny hedge-hogs, be not seen ;
Sing in our sweet lullaby ;
Nor spell nor charm,
Hence, you long-legged spinners, hence !
1 Fai. Hence, away ! now all is well.
One, aloof, stand sentinel.
Enter OBERON, and squeezes the flower on
Do it for thy true-love take;
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Enter LYSANDER and HERMIA
Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the
wood; And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way: We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.
Her. Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed ; For I upon this bank will rest
my head. Lys. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. Her. Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my
dear, Lie further off yet, do not lie so near.
Lys. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence !
heart unto yours is knit,
For, lying so, Hermia, I do not lie.
Her. Lysander riddles very prettily Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Lie further off ; in human modesty, Such separation as may well be said Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid, So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend : Thy love ne'er alter till thy sweet life end !
Lys. Amen, Amen, to that fair prayer, say I; And then end life when I end loyalty ! Here is my bed : sleep give thee all his rest ! Her. With half that wish the wisher's eyes be pressed !