Oberon figures out that Puck put the potion in the wrong person’s eye
Stand close; this is the same Athenian.
I had rather give his carcass to my hounds.
This is the woman, but not this man.
What’s this to my Lysander? Where is he? Ah, good Demetrius, wilt thou give him me?
About the wood go swifter than the wind, And Helena of Athens look thou find— All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, With sighs of love, that costs the fresh blood dear.
Oberon tells Puck that he made a mistake and orders him to fix it
What hast thou done? Thou hast mistaken quite, And laid the love juice on some true love’s sight.
Then fate o'errules that, one man holding troth, A million fail, confounding oath on oath.
I go, I go. Look how I go, Swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow.”
Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid’s archery, Sink in apple of his eye. When his love he doth espy, Let her shine as gloriously As the Venus of the sky. When thou wakest, if she be by, Beg of her for remedy.
Oberon puts the juice in Demetrius’ eyes and fixes it waiting for Helena to come
Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand,
Lysander chases Helena, confessing his love for her
I had no judgement when to her I swore
Demetrius loves her, and he loves not you
Demetrius awakes and sees Helena
You are unkind, Demetrius; be not so; For you love Hermia; this you know I know.
O spite! O hell! I see you all are bent To set against me for your merriment.
O Helen, goddess, nymph, perfect, divine! To what my love shall I compare thine eye?
Hermia finds Lysander but he pushes her away
Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found. Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound But why unkindly didst thou leave me so?
What love could press Lysander from my side?
Why should he stay, whom love doth press to go?
Lysander’s love, that would not let him bide, Fair Helena, who more engilds the night Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.