II
Weaving spiders come not here;
Hence, you long-leg’d spinners, hence:
Beetles black approach not near,
Worm nor snail do no offence.
Philomel with melody, &c.
Hence away! now all is well;
One aloof stand centinel. [Exeunt Fairies.
Enter Oberon and First Fairy.
[Oberon squeeses the Juice of the Flower on the Queen’s Eyes.
Ob. What thou seest when thou dost wake,
Do it for thy true love take;
Love and languish for his sake;
Be it ounce, or cat, or bear,
Pard, or boar with bristled hair,
In thy eye what shall appear,
When thou wak’st, it is thy dear;
Wake when some vile thing is near. [Exit Ob.