But as the fierce vexation of a dream. But first I will release the fairy queen. Be as thou wast wont to be; See as thou wast wont to see: Dian’s bud o’er Cupid’s flower Hath such force and blessed power. Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.

My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought I was enamour’d of an ass.

How came these things to pass? O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now!

Silence awhile. Robin, take off this head. Titania, music call; and strike more dead Than common sleep of all these five the sense.