For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch; Some sleeves, some hats, from yielders all things catch. I led them on in this distracted fear, And left sweet Pyramus translated there: When in that moment, so it came to pass, Titania waked and straightway loved an ass.

This falls out better than I could devise. But hast thou yet latch’d the Athenian’s eyes With the love-juice, as I did bid thee do?

I took him sleeping⁠—that is finish’d too⁠— And the Athenian woman by his side; That, when he waked, of force she must be eyed.

O, why rebuke you him that loves you so? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.