Sound, music! Come, my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be. Now thou and I are new in amity And will tomorrow midnight solemnly Dance in Duke Theseus’ house triumphantly And bless it to all fair prosperity: There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Wedded, with Theseus, all in jollity.

Fairy king, attend, and mark: I do hear the morning lark.

Then, my queen, in silence sad, Trip we after night’s shade: We the globe can compass soon, Swifter than the wandering moon.

Come, my lord, and in our flight Tell me how it came this night That I sleeping here was found With these mortals on the ground. Exeunt. Horns sound within.