What, jealous Oberon?-Fairies, skip hence, I have forsworn his bed and company.
Tarry, rash wanton. Am not I thy lord
Then I must be thy lady. But I know When thou hast stol'n away from fairyland, And in the shape of Corin sat all day Playing on pipes of corn and versing love To amorous Philida...
How canst thou thus for shame, Titania, Glance at my credit with Hippolyta, Knowing I know thy love to Theseus? Didst not thou lead him through the glimmering night From Perigouna, whom he ravished, And make...
These are the forgeries of jealously. And never since the middle summer's spring Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturbed..
Do you amend it, then. It lies in you. Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy To be my henchmen.
Set your heart at rest, The fairyland buys not the child of me. His mother was a vot'ress of my order, And in the spiced Indian air by night Full often hath she gossiped by my side; And sat with me on Neptunes's yellow sands, Marking th'embarked traders on...
How long within this wood intend you stay?
Perchance till after Theseus' wedding day. If you will patiently dance in our round And see our moonlight revels, go with us. If not, shun me and I will spare your haunts.