[087] And bless it to all fair prosperity:
[088] There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
Puck.
[090] Fairy king, attend, and mark:
I do hear the morning lark.
Obe.
[092] Then, my queen, in silence sad,
[093] Trip we after the night’s shade:
We the globe can compass soon,