Then I must be thy lady. And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, forest, or head, By pavèd fountain or by rushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlet to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport. OBERON. Do you amend it, then; it lies in you: Why should Titania cross her Oberon? I do but beg a little changeling boy, To be my henchman. TITANIA. Set your heart at rest: The Fairyland buys not the child of me. If you will patiently dance in our round, And see our moonlight revels, go with us; If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts. OBERON. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. TITANIA. Not for thy Fairy kingdom. Fairies, away! We shall chide downright, if I longer stay. (_Exit_ TITANIA _with her train_.) OBERON. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove Till I torment thee for this injury.— My gentle Puck, come hither. Fetch me that flower; the herb I show'd thee once. The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid Will make or man or woman madly dote Upon the next live creature that it sees. Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again. Ere the leviathan can swim a league. PUCK. I'll put a girdle round about the earth in forty minutes. (_Exit_ PUCK) OBERON. Having once this juice, I'll watch Titania when she is asleep, And drop the liquour of it in her eyes. The next thing then she, waking, looks upon, Be it on lion, bear, or wolf, or bull, On meddling monkey, or on busy ape,— She shall pursue it with the soul of love; And ere I take this charm from off her sight,— As I can take it with another herb,— I'll make her render up her page to me (_Re-enter_ PUCK) Hast thou the flower there? Welcome, wanderer. PUCK. Aye, here it is. OBERON. I pray thee, give it me. I know a bank whereon the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows; Quite over-canopied with lush woodbine, With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine. There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight. And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in; And with the juice of this I'll streak her eyes, And make her full of hateful fantasies. SCENE II (_Another part of the wood_) (_Enter_ Titania, _with her train_) TITANIA.