Ob.
I wonder, if Titania be awak'd:
Then what it was that next came in her eye,
Which she must doat on in extremity. Enter Puck.
Here comes my messenger! how now, mad sprite,
What night-rule now about this haunted grove?

Puck.
My mistress with a monster is in love.
Near to her close and consecrated bower,
While she was in her dull and sleeping hour,
A crew of patches,^{8 note} rude mechanicals,
That work for bread upon Athenian stalls,
Were met together to rehearse a play,
Intended for great Theseus' nuptial day.
The shallow'st thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented, in their sport
Forsook his scene, and enter'd in a brake;
When I did him at this advantage take,
An Ass's ^{9 note}nowl I fixed on his head;
Anon, his Thisby must be answered,
And forth my* ^note minnock^{1 note} comes: when they him spy,
As wild geese, that the creeping fowler eye,
Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort,^{2 note}

Rising and cawing at the gun's report,

Sever themselves, and madly sweep the sky;
So at his sight, away his fellows fly;
And, at our^{3 note}