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.

Follow me, then, o plainer ground. Exit Lysander , as following the voice.

Lysander! speak again: Thou runaway, thou coward, art thou fled? Speak! In some bush? Where dost thou hide thy head?

Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars, Telling the bushes that thou look’st for wars, And wilt not come? Come, recreant; come, thou child; I’ll whip thee with a rod: he is defiled That draws a sword on thee.