Enter, from one side, Oberon, with his train; from the other, Titania, with hers.
Oberon.
Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
Titania.
What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:
I have forsworn his bed and company.
Oberon.
Tarry, rash wanton: am not I thy lord?
Titania.
Then I must be thy lady: but I know
When thou hast stolen away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sat all day,
Playing on pipes of corn and versing love
To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steppe of India?
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin’d mistress and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded, and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.
Oberon.
How canst thou thus for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolyta,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering night
