Lys.
Fair love, you faint with wandring in the wood;
And to speak troth, I have forgot our way:

We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day.

Her.
Be't so, Lysander; find you out a bed,
For I upon this bank will rest my head.

Lys.
One turf shall serve as pillow for us both,
One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth.

Her.
Nay good Lysander, for my sake, my dear,
Lye further off yet, do not lye so near.

Lys.
O take the sense, sweet, of my innocence,
Love takes the meaning in love's conference;
I mean that my heart unto yours is knit,
So that but one heart can you make of it:
Two bosoms interchained with an oath,
So then two bosoms, and a single troth:
Then by your side no bed-room me deny;
For lying so, Hermia, I do not lye.

Her.
Lysander riddles very prettily;
Now much beshrew my manners, and my pride,
If Hermia meant to say, Lysander ly'd.
But gentle friend, for love and curtesie
Lye further off in human modesty;
Such separation as may well be said
Becomes a virtuous batchelor and a maid;
So far be distant, and good night sweet friend,
Thy love ne'er alter 'till thy sweet life end.

Lys.
Amen, amen to that fair prayer, say I,
And then end life when I end loyalty:
Here is my bed; sleep give thee all his rest.

Her.
With half that wish, the wisher's eyes be prest! [They sleep. Enter Puck.

Puck.
Through the forest have I gone,
But Athenian find I none,

On whose eyes I might approve
This flower's force in stirring love:
Night and silence! who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear;
This is he, my master said,
Despised the Athenian maid?
And here the maiden sleeping sound
On the dank and dirty ground.
Pretty soul! she durst not lie
Near to this lack-love, this kill curtesie.
Churl, upon thy eyes I throw
All the pow'r this charm doth owe:
When thou wak'st, let love forbid
Sleep his seat on thy eye-lid:
So awake when I am gone,
For I must now to Oberon. [Exit.

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