With any of the winds, and come in first! [Exit.
TITANIA.
How knew'st thou of that flower?
OBERON.
In the sad time
Of our estrangement, Sweet, I wandered oft
On that rude mountain, thro' that sombre wood,
Oft sat forlorn in the waste solitude,
Or pined in dim caves, with the hooting Owl:
'Twas then I watch'd the drop gradual distil
Into the flower. All such slow-ripened fruits
A spirit pervades, that with the human soul
Hath a mysterious sympathy—in some
A healing virtue dwells, to cure disease.
Some will excite Ambition—Hatred—Love—
The flower my servant seeks, will kindle high
The glow of fervid phantasy. They come.
Enter Puck and the Fairies.
PUCK.
I'm first, remember!
