AIR. OBERON.
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
  Men were deceivers ever;
One foot on sea, and one on shore,
  To one thing constant never.

This is thy negligence; still thou mistak'st:
Or else commit'st thy knaveries willingly.
Thou seest these lovers seek a place to fight;
Hie therefore, Fairy, over-cast the night,
Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye,
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property,
To take from thence all error with its might,
And make his eye-balls rowl with wonted sight.

PUCK.
Where is our Fairy Queen, my high-grac'd lord?

OBERON.
Within the wood there, on a daisy bank
Sleeping she lies, her patch'd fool by her side;
Her dotage now I do begin to pity,
And with this herb will take the charm away:
When next she wakes, all this derision
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision.
      This, this I'll infuse,
      Whose sovereign dews
  Shall clear each film that cloud her sight;
  And you her crystal humours bright,
  From noxious vapours purg'd and free,
    Shall be as you were wont to be. [Exit Oberon.

AIR. PUCK.
Up and down, up and down,
I will lead them up and down;
I am fear'd in field and town,
Goblin, lead them up and down. [Exit.

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