1 Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
2 Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen.
3 Enter Oberon and Titania with their Train.
4 Enter Oberon at one door, with his Train, and Titania at another, with hers.
5 When in that moment, so it came to pass, Titania wak'd, and straightway lov'd an ass.
6 Titania, music call; and strike more dead Than common sleep, of all these five the sense.
7 I wonder if Titania be awak'd; Then, what it was that next came in her eye, Which she must dote on in extremity.
8 Enter Titania and Bottom; Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, Mustardseed and other Fairies attending; Oberon behind, unseen.
9 There sleeps Titania sometime of the night, Lull'd in these flowers with dances and delight; And there the snake throws her enamell'd skin, Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.