Puc.
Now the hungry lion roars,
  And the wolf behowls ^note the moon;
Whilst the heavy ploughman snores,
  All with weary task fore-done.
Now the wasted brands do glow,
  Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
  In remembrance of a shroud.
Now it is the time of night,
  That the graves, all gaping wide,

Every one lets forth his spright,
  In the church-way paths to glide:
And we fairies, that do run
  By the triple Hecate's team
From the presence of the sun,
  Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolick; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent, with broom, before,
To sweep the dust behind the door. Enter King and Queen of Fairies, with their Train.

Obe.
Through the house give glimmering light,
  By the dead and drowzy fire:
Every elf, and fairy spright,
  Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty, after me,
Sing, and dance it trippingly.

Tit.
First, rehearse your song ^note by rote:
To each word a warbling note,
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing, and bless this place.

SONG, and DANCE. Obe.
Now, until14Q0264 the break of day,
Through this house each fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be;
And the issue, there create,
Ever shall be fortunate.
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;

Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.—
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every fairy take his gate; ^note
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace:
Ever shall it safely rest ^note,
And the owner of it blest.
  Trip away;
  Make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day. [Exeunt King, Queen, and Train.
Puck, advancing.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, (and all is mended)
That you have but slumber'd here,
While these visions ^note did appear.
And this weak and idle theme,
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I'm an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends, ere long:
Else the Puck a liar call.
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends. [Exit.

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