— What hast thou done?(AUDIENCE LAUGHS) Thou hast mistaken quite and laid
the love-juice on some true-love’s sight.— Oops.
— Mm.About the wood go swifter than the wind,
and Helena of Athens look thou find.— No!
— All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,with sighs of love,
that costs the fresh blood dear. By some illusion see thou bring her here. I’ll charm his eyes against she do appear.(PUCK GROANS)I go.I go.Look how I go.(LAUGHTER)Swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow.