See as thou wast wont to see:
[070] Dian’s bud o’er Cupid’s flower
Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.
Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour’d of an ass.
Obe. There lies your love.
Tita.
075 How came these things to pass?
[076] O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!