

Lysander tries to sweet-talk Hermia but she's not having it. With half that wish the wisher’s eyes be pressed! Thy love ne’er alter till thy sweet life end! So far be distant and good night, sweet friend. Now much beshrew my manners and my pride 60īut, gentle friend, for love and courtesy,īecomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid. Love takes the meaning in love’s conference. O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! Lysander wants to sleep close to Hermia but she tells him to back off because they're not married yet. One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. One turf shall serve as pillow for us both

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They're lost so they decide to stop for the night and rest. Lysander and Hermia come tripping in after Oberon exits. We’ll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,īe it so, Lysander. Oberon slips in and manages to get the pansy juice onto Titania eyes before running off.įair love, you faint with wand’ring in the wood.Īnd, to speak troth, I have forgot our way. The fairies do exactly as they're told: the sing Titania to sleep and then rush off to do their chores.Įnter Oberon, who anoints Titania’s eyelids with the Lulla, lulla, lullaby, lulla, lulla, lullaby. Then they should be off to do their work: eliminating pests from rosebuds, fighting bats so they can make leather jackets for the elves from their wings, and keeping a particularly noisy owl from being too loud. Titania instructs her fairies to dance and sing her to sleep. The clamorous owl that nightly hoots and wondersĪt our quaint spirits. To make my small elves coats, and some keep back 5 Some war with reremice for their leathern wings Some to kill cankers in the muskrose buds, Then, for the third part of a minute, hence. Enter Titania, Queen of Fairies, with her train.
