Oberon:
This is thy negligence. Still, still, still! Thou mistakest. Or else...
[grabbing Puck by the horn]

Oberon:
Committ'st thy knaveries willfully, hmm?
Puck:
Believe me, king of shadows, I mistook. Did not you tell me I would know the man by the Athenian garments that he had on?
Oberon:
Thou see'st these lovers seek a place to fight. 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 that one not come within the other's way, then... crush this herb into Lysander's...
[emphasizing the importance]

Oberon:
*Lysander's* eye. Whiles I in this affair do thee employ, I'll to my queen... and beg her Indian boy. And then I will her charmed eye release from monster's view... and all things shall be peace.
Riportata da il 05/03/2025 alle ore 07:58

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