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And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye, [435]
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
(Lies down and) sleeps.
PUCK
Yet but three? Come one more,
Two of both kinds makes up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad:
Cupid is a knavish lad [440]
Thus to make poor females mad!
Enter Hermia.
HERMIA (Lies down.)
(Sleeps.)
Never so weary, never so in woe,
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars,
I can no further crawl, no further go;
My legs can keep no pace with my desires. [445]
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Heavens shield Lysander, if they mean a fray!
PUCK
On the ground
Sleep sound;
I’ll apply [450]
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.
(Squeezes the juice on Lysander’s eyelids.)
When thou wak’st,
Thou tak’st
True delight [455]
In the sight
Of thy former lady’s eye;
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown: [460]
Jack shall have Jill,
Nought shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
