_Obe._ This is thy negligence: still thou mistakest, 345 Or else committ’st thy knaveries wilfully. _Puck._ Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Did not you tell me I should know the man By the Athenian garments he had on? And so far blameless proves my enterprise, 350 That I have ’nointed an Athenian’s eyes; And so far am I glad it so did sort, As this their jangling I esteem a sport. _Obe._ Thou see’st these lovers seek a place to fight: Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; 355 The starry welkin cover thou anon With drooping fog, as black as Acheron; And lead these testy rivals so astray, As one come not within another’s way. Like to Lysander sometime frame thy tongue, 360 Then stir Demetrius up with bitter wrong; And sometime rail thou like Demetrius; And from each other look thou lead them thus. Till o’er their brows death-counterfeiting sleep With leaden legs and batty wings doth creep: 365 Then crush this herb into Lysander’s eye; Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, To take from thence all error with his might, And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight. When they next wake, all this derision 370 Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision; And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, With league whose date till death shall never end. Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, I’ll to my queen and beg her Indian boy; 375 And then I will her charmed eye release From monster’s view, and all things shall be peace. _Puck._ My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, For night’s swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora’s harbinger; 380 At whose approach, ghosts, wandering here and there, Troop home to churchyards: damned spirits all, That in crossways and floods have burial, Already to their wormy beds are gone; For fear lest day should look their shames upon, 385 They wilfully themselves exile from light, And must for aye consort with black-brow’d night. _Obe._ But we are spirits of another sort: I with the morning’s love have oft made sport; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, 390 Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams. But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay: We may effect this business yet ere day. [_Exit._ 395 _Puck._ Up and down, up and down, I will lead them up and down: I am fear’d in field and town: Goblin, lead them up and down. Here comes one. 400 _Re-enter_ LYSANDER. _Lys._ Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now. _Puck._ Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou? _Lys._ I will be with thee straight.