a Midsummer Night's Dream
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon and make him smile.
Night and silence.--Who is here?
Weeds of Athens he doth wear:

But who is here? Lysander! on the ground!
Dead? or asleep? I see no blood, no wound.
Lysander if you live, good sir, awake.
O weary night, O long and tedious night,
Abate thy hour! Shine comforts from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight,
From these that my poor company detest:
And sleep...
My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast
My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought I was enamour'd of an ass.
Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wandering moon.
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