Titania.For thrice a hundred years we have not met!
Oberon.But drug’d by some mad magic have drowsed away
Three centuries in a night.
Titania. Three centuries in a night.The charm is broken.
Oberon.Thee in a crystal-cavern’d isle that weeps
Embargo’d on the bosom of a lake,
It caught in slumber mid thy maiden fays;
And in a blasted, bent, and strippen willow,
Pleading his bleach’d bones over a festering pool
In a black forest, me; and all our train,