My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
There lies your love.
How came these things to pass? O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!
Now, when thou wakest, with thine own fool's eyes peep.
Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. Titania, music call; and strike more dead Than common sleep of all these five the sense.
Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Now thou and I are new in amity, And will to-morrow midnight solemnly Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, And bless it to all fair prosperity: There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.
Fairy king, attend, and mark: I do hear the morning lark.
Then, my queen, in silence sad, Trip we after the night's shade: We the globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wandering moon.
Come, my lord, and in our flight Tell me how it came this night That I sleeping here was found With these mortals on the ground.