Eulalie. This is the harmony that filled my dream. Rupert. Perfumes of lilies, roses, violets-- Sweeter far than they: such a rich gust Of warmth and scent they flood the air withal. Celio. That is Titania with the golden hair, And wreath of moon-flowers pale, which shows, methinks, Like lightning round the sun. Sylvia. And see, her robe! It's a new colour. O, it aches my eyes! Rupert. And Oberon's a king, a very king. Eulalie. My dream--this is my dream! Rupert. And to thy dream I'll tell thee how I played god Morpheus. But now with these good neighbours let us talk. Eulalie. No; let us feast our eyes and then our ears. Torello. More music and voices! This is no imagination: it is the charm's doing. I will say it again profounder. Shemhamphorash. Rupert. Moonlight and madness! What a howl was that! Celio. What stands in the mid-stream? Sylvia. A man, bound, blinded. Eulalie. It is Torello, sure. Rupert. And I see two Who know full well how he comes in this plight. What's Puck about? [Puck liberates Torello. Torello. O hell! art thou the devil? Felice, Bruno, take this imp away. Ha! what sights are here? Angels, and fairies, and Eulalie and Rupert! Perdition! O perdition! Felice. Be calm. Who unbound you? Torello. This little grinning demon. Felice. Where? Torello. Here, on my shoulder. Do you not see him? And all this crowding crowd, and Rupert and Eulalie? Do you not? Do you not see them? Ah me! you cannot; for it is a vision. I will not suffer it. My doom is sealed. Farewell, fair Eulalie, farewell. Avaunt thou hairy fiend! Thou shalt not have me. O, you pinch me! Oh! oh! [Torello runs out tormented by Puck. Puck re-enters shortly.