Ob. Welcome, good Robin! See'st thou this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity:
For meeting her of late behind the wood,
I then did ask of her her changeling child,
Which strait she gave me; wherefore I'll undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes:
[He strokes her eyes with the flower.
Now, Fairy, sing the charm.
AIR.
1st Fai. Flower, of this purple dye,
Hit with cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of her eye!
When her lord she doth espy,
Let him shine as gloriously
As the Phoebus of the sky.
When thou wak'st, if he be by,
Beg of him for remedy. [Exit Fairy.
Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen.
Queen. My Oberon! What visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of a mortal.
Ob. There lies your love.
Queen. How came these things to pass?
O how mine eyes do loath this visage now!
Ob. Silence awhile. Robin, remove the man,
And you mean while, Titania, music call,
And strike more dead than common deep his senses.
Queen. Musick, ho, musick! such as charmeth sleep.