Making such monsters of their simple selves
As severally shall fright them when they see
Each in the other’s fearful eyeball glass’d.
[Exit Puck.
Re-enter Quince.
Quince. And I can spy but one of my neighbours in this predestinated place I’ll be hanged.
Re-enter Starveling, with an owl’s head.
Quince. Bless us, Robin Starveling, what wizardry do I spy in you?
Starveling. Wizardry, an’ you call it, Peter Quince? Look to your own head an’ you would find out wizardry. There’s naught strange in me.
Re-enter Snug, with a bear’s head.