Ob.
Fare thee well, nymph; ere he do leave this grove
Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love.
Hast thou the flow'r there? welcome, wanderer. Enter Puck.

Puck.
Ay, there it is.

Ob.
I pray thee give it me;
I know a bank whereon the wild time blows,
Where oxslip and the nodding violet grows,
O'er-cannopy'd with luscious woodbine,
With sweet musk roses, and with eglantine.
There sleeps Titania, some time of the night,
Lull'd in these flow'rs, with dances and delight;

And there the snake throws her enammel'd skin,
Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in:
And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes,
And make her full of hateful fantasies.
Take thou some of it, and seek through this grove;
A sweet Athenian lady is in love
With a disdainful youth; anoint his eyes,
But do it when the next thing he espies
May be the lady. Thou shalt know the man,
By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care, that he may prove
More fond of her, than she upon her love;
And look you meet me ere the first cock crow.

Puck.
Fear not my lord, your servant shall do so. [Exeunt.

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