Titania
Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;
Then, for the third part of a minute, hence;
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,
some war with rere-mice for their leathern wings,
to make my small elves coats, and some keep back
the clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders
at our quaint spirits.
Sing me now asleep;
Then to your offices, and let me rest.