Enter Puck.
Puck. Through the forest have I gone,
[067] But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower’s force in stirring love.
070 Night and silence.—Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid;
And here the maiden, sleeping sound,