1 No night is now with hymn or carol blest.
2 Since night you lov'd me; yet since night you left me.
3 Thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night.
4 Then, my queen, in silence sad, Trip we after night's shade.
5 Never harm, nor spell, nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So good night, with lullaby.
6 Then to the wood will he tomorrow night Pursue her; and for this intelligence If I have thanks, it is a dear expense.
7 Lysander's love, that would not let him bide, Fair Helena, who more engilds the night Than all yon fiery oes and eyes of light.
8 Come, my lord, and in our flight, Tell me how it came this night That I sleeping here was found With these mortals on the ground.
9 You do impeach your modesty too much To leave the city and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not, To trust the opportunity of night.
10 Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fit through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the Duke and Duchess, on his wedding-day at night.
11 It is not night when I do see your face, Therefore I think I am not in the night; Nor doth this wood lack worlds of company, For you, in my respect, are all the world.
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 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.
14 Hie therefore, Robin, overcast the night; The starry welkin cover thou anon With drooping fog, as black as Acheron, And lead these testy rivals so astray As one come not within another's way.
15 Four days will quickly steep themselves in night; Four nights will quickly dream away the time; And then the moon, like to a silver bow New bent in heaven, shall behold the night Of our solemnities.
16 My fairy lord, this must be done with haste, For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast; And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger, At whose approach, ghosts wandering here and there Troop home to churchyards.
17 But, masters, here are your parts, and I am to entreat you, request you, and desire you, to con them by tomorrow night; and meet me in the palace wood, a mile without the town, by moonlight; there will we rehearse, for if we meet in the city, we shall be dogg'd with company, and our devices known.
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