Titania.Now mystic, warm, the rich-enrobèd Moon
Foots forth the eastern meads on silvery shoon.
Oberon.The rushes in the stream she rings aglance,
Like Indian maids, with anklets for the dance.
Titania.And the new-budded trees, like laughing girls,
Step forth from night, attirèd in her pearls.
The Moon
Come all creatures of delight,
Beauty’s brightest in the night.
I am Beauty, and I bear