1 I'll apply To your eye, Gentle lover, remedy.
2 Methinks I see these things with parted eye, When everything seems double.
3 Flower of this purple dye, Hit with Cupid's archery, Sink in apple of his eye.
4 And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow's eye, Steal me awhile from mine own company.
5 Thou art not by mine eye, Lysander, found; Mine ear, I thank it, brought me to thy sound.
6 My ear should catch your voice, my eye your eye, My tongue should catch your tongue's sweet melody.
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 When thou wak'st, Thou tak'st True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye.
9 Be it ounce, or cat, or bear, Pard, or boar with bristled hair, In thy eye that shall appear When thou wak'st, it is thy dear.
10 The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye, And when she weeps, weeps every little flower, Lamenting some enforced chastity.
11 The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
12 Dark night, that from the eye his function takes, The ear more quick of apprehension makes; Wherein it doth impair the seeing sense, It pays the hearing double recompense.
13 Then crush this herb into Lysander's eye, Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, To take from thence all error with his might And make his eyeballs roll with wonted sight.
14 When they him spy, As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye, Or russet-pated choughs, many in sort, Rising and cawing at the gun's report, Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky, So at his sight away his fellows fly, And at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls; He murder cries, and help from Athens calls.