Be as thou wast wont to be;
See as thou was wont to see.
Dian’s bud o’er Cupid’s flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen.
TITANIA.
My Oberon, what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour’d of an ass.
OBERON.
There lies your love.
TITANIA.
How came these things to pass?
O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!
OBERON.
Silence awhile.—Robin, take off this head.
Titania, music call; and strike more dead
Than common sleep, of all these five the sense.
TITANIA.
Music, ho, music, such as charmeth sleep.
PUCK.
Now when thou wak’st, with thine own fool’s eyes peep.
OBERON.
Sound, music.
[Still music.]
Come, my queen, take hands with me,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
Now thou and I are new in amity,
And will tomorrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseus’ house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair prosperity:
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.