[040] Gently entwist; the female ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! [They sleep.
Enter Puck.
Obe. [Advancing] Welcome, good Robin. See’st thou this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity:
045 For, meeting her of late behind the wood,
[046] Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool,
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her;
For she his hairy temples then had rounded