Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Tita. Enter King of Pharies, solus.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. I wonder if Titania be awak't;
Ob. Then what it was that next came in her eye,
Ob. Which she must dote on, in extremitie.
Ob. Enter Pucke.
Ob. Here comes my messenger: how now mad spirit,
Ob. What night‑rule now about this gaunted groue?
Puck. Puck.
Puck. My Mistris with a monster is in loue,
Puck. Neere to her close and consecrated bower,
Puck. While she was in her dull and sleeping hower,
Puck. A crew of patches, rude McehanicalsMechanicals,
Puck. That worke for bread vpon Athenian stals,
Puck. Were met together to rehearse a Play,
Puck. Intended for great Theseus nuptiall day:
Puck. The shallowest thick‑skin of that barren sort,
Puck. Who Piramus presented, in their sport,
Puck. Forsooke his Scene, and entred in a brake,
Puck. When I did him at this aduantage take,