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SCENE II
[Enter PUCK.]
PUCK Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the
heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do
glow, Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in
woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves,
all gaping wide, Every one lets forth its sprite, In the church-way paths to
glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team From the presence
of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic; not a mouse Shall
disturb this hallow'd house: I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind
the door.
[Enter OBERON and TITANIA, with their Train.]
OBERON Through the house give glimmering light, By the dead and drowsy
fire: Every elf and fairy sprite Hop as light as bird from brier: And this
ditty, after me, Sing and dance it trippingly.
TITANIA First, rehearse your song by rote, To each word a warbling
not,; Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place.
[Song and Dance.]
OBERON Now, until the break of day, Through this house each fairy stray, To
the best bride-bed will we, Which by us shall blessed be; And the issue there
create Ever shall be fortunate. So shall all the couples three Ever true in
loving be; And the blots of Nature's hand Shall not in their issue stand: Never
mole, hare-lip, nor scar, Nor mark prodigious, such as are Despised in
nativity, Shall upon their children be.-- With this field-dew consecrate, Every
fairy take his gate; And each several chamber bless, Through this palace, with sweet
peace; E'er shall it in safety rest, And the owner of it blest. Trip
away: Make no stay: Meet me all by break of day.
[Exeunt OBERON, TITANIA, and Train.]
PUCK If we shadows have offended, Think but this,--and all is mended,-- That
you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle
theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend; If you pardon, we
will mend. And, as I am an honest Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape
the serpent's tongue, We will make amends ere long; Else the Puck a liar
call: So, good night unto you all. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And
Robin shall restore amends.
[Exit.]
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