Enter Hermia.
HERMIA.
Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
[Lies down.]
PUCK.
On the ground
Sleep sound.
I’ll apply
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.
[Squeezing the juice on Lysander’s eye.]
When thou wak’st,
Thou tak’st
True delight
In the sight
Of thy former lady’s eye.
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill;
Nought shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
[Exit Puck.]
ACT IV
SCENE I. The Wood
Lysander, Demetrius, Helena and Hermia still asleep.