On the ground Sleep sound: I’ll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy. Squeezing the juice on Lysander’s eyes. When thou wakest, Thou takest True delight In the sight Of thy former lady’s eye: And the country proverb known, That every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown: Jack shall have Jill; Nought shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. Exit.