PUCK.
How now, Spirit, whither wander you?

FAIRY.
Over hill, over dale,
Through bush, through briar,
Over park, over pale,
Through flood, through fire,
I do wander every where,
Swifter than the moon's sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green.

PUCK.
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
AIR.
Where the bee sucks, there lurk I,
In a cowslip's bell I lie,
There I couch when owls do cry:
On the bat's back I do fly
After sun-set merrily,
Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,
Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

The king doth keep his revels here to night,
Take heed the queen come not within his sight,
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she, as her attendant, hath
A lovely boy, and he would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild.
But make room, Fairy, here comes Oberon.

FAIRY.
And here my mistress; would that we were gone.

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