And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes.
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athenian swain;
That he awaking when the other do,
May all to Athens back again repair;
And think no more of this night's accidents,
But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
But first I will release the fairy queen.
Be as thou wast wont to be ;

(touching her

eyes

with a herb.
See as thou wast wont to see :
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower

Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen.

Tit. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought, I was enamor'd of an ass.
Obe. There lies

your

love. Tit.

How came these things to pass ? 0, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!

Obe. Silence awhile.—Robin, take off this head. Titania, music call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense.

Tit. Music, ho! music; such as charmeth sleep. Puck. Now, when thou wakest, with thine own

fool's eyes peep. Obe. Sound, music. [still 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

1

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.

Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade :
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wandering moon.

Tit. Come, my lord ; and, in our flight,
Tell me how it came this night,
That I sleeping here was found,
With these mortals, on the ground. [Exeunt.

[Horns sound within.

Enter THESEUS, HIPPOLYTA, EGEUS, and train.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;-
For now our observation is perform'd :
And since we have the vaward 2 of the day,
My love shall hear the music of my

hounds.
Uncouple in the western valley ; go.-
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.-
We will, fair queen, up to the mountain's top,
And mark the musical confusion
Of hounds and echo in conjunction.

Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
When in a wood of Crete they bay'd the bear

With hounds of Sparta : never did I hear
Such gallant chiding ; 1 for, besides the groves,
The skies, the fountains, every region near
Seem'd all one mutual cry. I never heard
So musical a discord, such sweet thunder.
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan

kind,
So flew'd, 2 so sanded ; 3 and their heads are hung
With ears that sweep away the morning dew;
Crook-knee'd, and dew-lap'd like Thessalian bulls;
Slow in pursuit, but match'd in mouth like bells,
Each under each. A cry more tunable
Was never halloo'd to, nor cheer'd with horn,
In Crete, in Sparta, nor in Thessaly.
Judge when you hear.—But, soft: what nymphs

are these ?
Ege. My lord, this is my daughter here asleep;
And this, Lysander; this Demetrius is;
This Helena, old Nedar's Helena :
I wonder of their being here together.

The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
The rite of May; and, hearing our intent,
Came here in

grace

of our solemnity.But speak, Egeus; is not this the day, That Hermia should give answer of her choice?

Ege. It is, my lord.

i Sound.
3 Flews are the large chaps of a deep-mouthed hound.
3 Of a sandy color.
* With flesh hanging down from the throat.