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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 press’d!

[They sleep.]

Enter Puck.

Puck.

Through the forest have I gone,

But Athenian found 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 this lack-love, this kill-courtesy.

Churl, upon thy eyes I throw

All the power this charm doth owe.

When thou wak’st, let love forbid

Sleep his seat on thy eyelid.

So awake when I am gone,

For I must now to Oberon.

Exit.

Enter Demetrius and Helena, running.

Hel.

Stay—though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius.

Dem.

I charge thee hence, and do not haunt me thus.

Hel.

O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so.

Dem.

Stay, on thy peril; I alone will go.