055 And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh;
[056] And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
[058] But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.
[059] Fai. And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!
Enter, from one side, Oberon, with his train; from the other, Titania, with hers.
[060] Obe. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
[061] Tita. What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:
I have forsworn his bed and company.
Obe. Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?