Re-enter Puck.
[247] Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer.
Puck. Ay, there it is.
Obe.
I pray thee, give it me.
[249] I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,
[250] Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows;
[251] Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:
[253] There sleeps Titania sometime of the night,