. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . he Wood. Enter TITANIA, with her Come, now a roundel and a fairy song ;Then, for the third part of a minute, hence ;ACT II. 51 Sc. II. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Soms to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ;Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,To make my small elves coats; and some keep backThe clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wondersAt our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep ;Then to your offices, and let me rest. SONG. First Fairy. You spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen ;Newts and
. Shakespeare's comedy of A midsummer-night's dream . he Wood. Enter TITANIA, with her Come, now a roundel and a fairy song ;Then, for the third part of a minute, hence ;ACT II. 51 Sc. II. A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Soms to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds ;Some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,To make my small elves coats; and some keep backThe clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wondersAt our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep ;Then to your offices, and let me rest. SONG. First Fairy. You spotted snakes with double tongue, Thorny hedgehogs, be not seen ;Newts and blind-worms, do no wrong,Come not near our fairy queen. CHORUS. Philomel, with melodySing in our sweet lullaby ;Lulla, lulla, lullaby j lulla, lulla, lullaby ;Never harm,Nor spell nor charm,Come our lovely lady nigh ;So, good night, with lullaby. First Fairy. Weaving spiders, come not here : Hence, you long-leggd spinners, hence !Beetles black, approach not near ;Worm nor snail, do no offence. CHORUS. Philomel, with melody, & II. 52 Sc. FLUTE A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM Second Fairy. Hence, away ! now all is well :One aloof stand sentinel. \_Exeunt Fairies. Titania sleeps. Enter OBERON, wAo squeezes the flower on TITANIAS eyelids. Oberon. What thou seest when thou dost wake,Do it for thy true-love take ;Love and languish for his sake :Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,Pard, or boar with bristled hair,In thy eye that shall appearWhen thou wakest, it is thy dear :Wake when some vile thing is near. \JLxit. Enter LYSANDER and Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood ; And to speak troth, I have forgot our way :Well rest us, Hermia, if you think it good,And tarry for the comfort of the Be it so, Lysander : find you out a bed ; For I upon this bank will rest my One turf shall serve as pillow for us both ; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one Nay, good Lysander ; for my sake, my dear, Lie further off yet, do not lie
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