Lys.
Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood;
And, to speak troth, I have forgot our way:
We'll rest us, Hermia, if thou think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Her.
Be't so, Lysander; find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Lys.
One turf shall serve as pillow for us both,
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.

Her.
Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear,
Lye further off yet, do not lye so near.

Lys.
O take the sense, sweet, of my innocence;^{9 note}

Her.
Lysander riddles very prettily;
Now much beshrew my manners, and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander ly'd.

But, gentle friend, for love and curtesie
Lye further off; in human modesty.
Such separation, as, may well be said,
Becomes a virtuous batchelor and a maid,
So far be distant; and good night, sweet friend;
Thy love ne'er alter, till thy sweet life end!

Lys.
Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I;
And then end life, when I end loyalty!
Here is my bed; sleep give thee all his rest!

Her.
With half that wish the wisher's eyes be prest! [They sleep. Enter Puck.

Puck.
Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian found I none,
On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love:
Night and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear;
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid.
And here the maiden sleeping sound
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lye
Near this lack-love kill-curtesie.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the pow'r this charm doth owe:
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid;
So awake, when I am gone:
For I must now to Oberon. [Exit.

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