Her dotage now I do begin to pity
For meeting her of late behind the wood
Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool
I did upbraid her and fall out with her
For she is hairy temples than half rounded
With a coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers
When I had at my pleasure taunted her
And she in mild terms begged my patience
I then did ask of her her changeling child
Which straight she gave me
And her fairy sent to bear him to my bower in fairy land
And now I have the boy
I will undo this hateful imperfection of her eyes
And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of this Athenian swain
That, he awaking when the other do
May all to Athens back again repair
And think no more of this night's accidents
But as the fierce vexation of a dream
But first I will release the fairy queen
Be as thou wast won't to be
See as thou wast won't to see
Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower
Hath such force and blessed power
Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen
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Sound, music!
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Come, my queen, take hands with me
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be
Now thou and I are new in amity
And will tomorrow midnight solemnly
Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly
And bless it to all fair prosperity
There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be
Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity