_Obe._ What thou seest when thou dost wake, Do it for thy true-love take; Love and languish for his sake: Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, 30 Pard, or boar with bristled hair, In thy eye that shall appear When thou wakest, it is thy dear: Wake when some vile thing is near. [_Exit._ _Enter_ LYSANDER _and_ HERMIA. _Lys._ Fair love, you faint with wandering in the wood; 35 And to speak troth, I have forgot our way: We’ll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day. _Her._ Be it so, Lysander: find you out a bed; For I upon this bank will rest my head. 40 _Lys._ One turf shall serve as pillow for us both; One heart, one bed, two bosoms, and one troth. _Her._ Nay, good Lysander; for my sake, my dear, Lie further off yet, do not lie so near. _Lys._ O, take the sense, sweet, of my innocence! 45 Love takes the meaning in love’s conference. I mean, that my heart unto yours is knit, So that but one heart we can make of it: Two bosoms interchained with an oath; So then two bosoms and a single troth. 50 Then by your side no bed-room me deny; For lying so, Hermia, I do not lie. _Her._ Lysander riddles very prettily: Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. 55 But, gentle friend, for love and courtesy Lie further off; in human modesty, Such separation as may well be said Becomes a virtuous bachelor and a maid, So far be distant; and, good night, sweet friend: 60 Thy love ne’er alter till thy sweet life end! _Lys._ Amen, amen, to that fair prayer, say I; And then end life when I end loyalty! Here is my bed: sleep give thee all his rest! _Her._ With half that wish the wisher’s eyes be press’d! 65 [_They sleep._ _Enter_ PUCK. _Puck._ Through the forest have I gone, But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower’s force in stirring love. Night and silence.—Who is here? 70 Weeds of Athens he doth wear: This is he, my master said, Despised the Athenian maid; And here the maiden, sleeping sound, On the dank and dirty ground. 75 Pretty soul! she durst not lie Near this lack-love, this kill-courtesy. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe. When thou wakest, let love forbid 80 Sleep his seat on thy eyelid: So awake when I am gone; For I must now to Oberon. [_Exit._ _Enter_ DEMETRIUS _and_ HELENA, _running_. _Hel._ Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. _Dem._ I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. 85 _Hel._ O, wilt thou darkling leave me? do not so. _Dem._ Stay, on thy peril: I alone will go. [_Exit._