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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! [100]
Swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow.

Exit.

OBERON

(squeezing the juice on Demetrius’ eyelids)
Flower of this purple dye,
Hit with Cupid’s archery,
Sink in apple of his eye.
When his love he doth espy, [105]
Let her shine as gloriously
As the Venus of the sky.
When thou wak’st, if she be by,
Beg of her for remedy.

Enter Puck.

PUCK

Captain of our fairy band, [110]
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! [115]

OBERON

Stand aside. The noise they make
Will cause Demetrius to awake.

PUCK

Then will two at once woo one;
That must needs be sport alone;
And those things do best please me [120]
That befall prepost’rously.

(They stand aside.)

Enter Lysander and Helena.