The starry welkin cover thou anon
[357] With drooping fog, as black as Acheron;
And lead these testy rivals so astray,
As one come not within another’s way.
360 Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue,
Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong;
And sometime rail thou like Demetrius;
And from each other look thou lead them thus.
Till o’er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep
365 With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: