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:
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.
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,
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...
And sleep...
My fairy lord, this must be done with haste,
For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast
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.
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,
Trip we after the night's shade:
We the globe can compass soon,
Swifter than the wandering moon.
THANKS FOR WATCHING!
