And let those ghosts go die to haunt the devil!
Puck.Hush, master! See a mortal lying near.
If he’s a fool, perchance he’ll overhear
And lock us up another hundred year.
Oberon.Go, then, my gentle Puck, and see
Who sleepeth there on yonder lea.
Puck.I vow, a truant boy from school,
And therefore not at all a fool.
Oberon.Be careful, friend, and do not err:
He may be a philosopher.