(Re-enter Puck)
Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.
Puck.
Aye, here it is.
Oberon.
I pray thee, give it me.
I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows,
Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows;
Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine.