Ob. How long within this wood intend you stay?
Queen. Perchance till after Theseus' wedding-day.
If you will patiently dance in our round,
And see our moon-light revels, go with us;
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.
Ob. Give me that boy, and I'll go with thee.
Queen. Not for thy Fairy kingdom.
AIR. DUET.
Queen. Away, away,
I will not stay,
But fly from rage and thee.
King. Begone, begone,
You'll feel anon
What 'tis to injure me.
Queen. Away, false man!
Do all you can,
I scorn your jealous rage!
King. We will not part;
Take you my heart!
Give me your favourite page.
Queen. I'll keep my page!