Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ob. And gentle Pucke, take this transformed scalpe,
Ob. From off the head of this Athenian swaine;
Ob. That he awaking when the other doe,
Ob. May all to Athens backe againe repaire,
Ob. And thinke no more of this nights accidents,
Ob. But as the fierce vexation of a dreame.
Ob. But first I will release the Fairy Queene.
Ob. Be thou as thou wast wont to be;
Ob. See as thou wast wont to see.
Ob. Dians bud, or Cupids flower,
Ob. Hath such force and blessed power.
Ob. Now my Titania wake you my sweet Queene.
Tita. Tita.
Tita. My Oberon, what visions haue I seene!
Tita. Me‑thought I was enamoured of an Asse.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. There lies your loue.
Tita. How came these things to passe?
Tita. Oh, how mine eyes doth loath this visage now!