SCENE VII.
Enter Oberon and Queen from the wood.
QUEEN.
My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
OBERON.
Silence a-while;
Titania, musick call, and strike more dead
Than sleep, the sense of all these lovers.
QUEEN.
Musick, ho, musick; such as charmeth sleep.
AIR.
Orpheus with his lute made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze
Bow themselves when he did sing:
To his musick, plants and flowers
Ever spring, as sun and showers
There had made a lasting spring.
OBERON.
Sound, musick; come, my Queen, take hand with me,
And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
[Dance, and Exeunt.
