er.

Enter Queen of Fairies, Bottom; Fairies attending and the King
behind them.

Queen. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed.
Say wilt thou hear some music sweet dove.

Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music.

DUET. By 1st and 2d Fairy.

Welcome, welcome to this place,
Favorite of the Fairy Queen;
Zephyrs, play around his face,
Wash, ye dews, his graceful mien.

Pluck the wings from butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his eyes;
Round him in eternal spring
Grashoppers and crickets sing.

By the spangled starlight sheen,
Nature's joy he walks the green;
Sweet voice, fine shape, and graceful mien,
Speak him thine, O Fairy Queen!

Queen. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat.
I have a ventrous Fairy that shall seek
The squirrels hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

Bot. I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an
exposition of sleep come upon me.

Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms;
Fairies begone, and be always away.
So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle
Gently entwist.
O how I love thee! how I doat on thee! [They sleep.

Enter Puck, at one door, Oberon and 1st Fairy at another.

Ob. Welcome, good Robin! See'st thou this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity:
For meeting her of late behind the wood,
I then did ask of her her changeling child,
Which strait she gave me; wherefore I'll undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes:
[He strokes her eyes with the flower.
Now, Fairy, sing the charm.

AIR.

1st Fai. Flower, of this purple dye,
Hit with cupid's archery,
Sink in apple of her eye!
When her lord she doth espy,
Let him shine as gloriously
As the Phoebus of the sky.
When thou wak'st, if he be by,
Beg of him for remedy. [Exit Fairy.

Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen.

Queen. My Oberon! What visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of a mortal.

Ob. There lies your love.

Queen. How came these things to pass?
O how mine eyes do loath this visage now!

Ob. Silence awhile. Robin, remove the man,
And you mean while, Titania, music call,
And strike more dead than common deep his senses.

Queen. Musick, ho, musick! such as charmeth sleep.

AIR.

2d Fai. Orpheus, with his lute, made trees,
And the mountain tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing,
To his musick, plants a