Then, what it was that next came in her eye,
[003] Which she must dote on in extremity.
Enter Puck.
Here comes my messenger.
[004] How now, mad spirit!
[005] What night-rule now about this haunted grove?
[006] Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches, rude mechanicals,