OBERON.
What hast thou done? thou hast mistaken quite,
And laid thy love-juice on some true love's sight,
About the wood go swifter than the wind,
And Helena of Athens see thou find.
By some illusion, see thou bring her here;
I'll charm his eyes against she doth appear.

PUCK.
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar's bow,
I go, I go, look how I go. [Exit Puck.

OBERON.
Let soothing sound, his senses chain,
And spread oblivion o'er his brain. [Anoints Demetrius's eyes.
AIR.
Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of his eye;
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wak'st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy. Enter Puck.

PUCK.
Captain of our Fairy band,
Helena is near at hand

And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover's fee.

OBERON.
Stand aside: the noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.

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