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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
act iii
By some illusion see thou bring her here:
I’ll charm his eyes against she do appear.
Puck.
I go, I go; look how I go,
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow.
Oberon.
Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid’s archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy,
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wakest, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.
Re-enter Puck.
Puck.
Captain of our fairy band,
Helena is here at hand;
And the youth, mistook by me,
Pleading for a lover’s fee.
Shall we their fond pageant see?
Lord, what fools these mortals be
Oberon.
Stand aside: the noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.
