Air. Duet
Queen. Away, away,
I will not stay,
But fly from rage and thee.
King. Begone, begone,
You’ll feel anon
What ’tis to injure me.
Queen. Away, false man!
Do all you can,
I scorn your jealous rage!
King. We will not part;
Take you my heart!
Give me your favourite page.
Queen. I’ll keep my page!
King. And I my rage!
Nor shall you injure me.
Queen. Away, away!
I will not stay,
But fly from rage and thee.
Both. Away, away, &c. [Exe. Queen, &c.
Ob. Well, go thy way; thou shalt not from this grove,
Till I torment thee for this injury—
My gentle Puck, come hither:
There is a flow’r, the herb I shew’d thee once,
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid,
Will make a man or woman madly doat
Upon the next live creature that it sees.
Fetch me that herb, and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.
Puck. I’ll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes. [Exit.
Ob. Having once this juice,
I’ll watch Titania when she is asleep,
And drop the liquor of it in her eye;
The next thing which she waking looks upon,
(Be it on bear, lion, wolf, bull, ape or monkey),
She shall pursue it with the soul of love;
And ere I take this charm off from her sight,
(As I can take it with another herb),
I’ll make her render up her page to me. [Exit.