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77 Night's Dream, X. X  As much as we this night have overwatch'd. This palpable-gross play hath well beguil'd The heavy gait of night. Sweet friends, to bed. A fortnight hold we this solemnity, In nightly revels, and new jollity.

Puck. Now the hungry lion roars, &emsp;And the wolf behowls the moon; Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, &emsp;All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, &emsp;Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe &emsp;In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night &emsp;That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, &emsp;In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run &emsp;By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, &emsp;Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic; not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house: I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.

Obe. Through the house give glimmering light &emsp;By the dead and drowsy fire; Every elf and fairy sprite &emsp;Hop as light as bird from brier;  375 overwatch'd: overwaked 376 palpable-gross: stupid 383 fordone: exhausted 393 Cf. n. 396 frolic: merry 