Obe. What thou seest when thou dost wake,
Do it for thy true-love take;
Love and languish for his sake:
030 Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
[032] In thy eye that shall appear
When thou wakest, it is thy dear:
[034] Wake when some vile thing is near. [Exit.
Enter Lysander and Hermia.
[035] Lys. Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood;