One aloofe, stand Centinell.

Shee sleepes.

Enter Oberon.

Ober. What thou seest when thou dost wake,
Do it for thy true Loue take:
Loue and languish for his sake.
Be it Ounce, or Catte, or Beare,
Pard, or Boare with bristled haire,
In thy eye that shall appeare,
When thou wak'st, it is thy deare,
Wake when some vile thing is neere.
Enter Lisander and Hermia.

Lis. Faire loue, you faint with wandring in y woods,
And to speake troth I haue forgot our way:
Wee'll rest vs Hermia, If you thinke it good,
And tarry for the comfort of the day

Her. Be it so Lysander; finde you out a bed,
For I vpon this banke will rest my head

Lys. One turfe shall serue as pillow for vs both,
One heart, one bed, two bosomes, and one troth

Her. Nay good Lysander, for my sake my deere
Lie further off yet, doe not lie so neere