Oberon: 
My gentle puck, come hither
Thou rememberst, since one I sat upon a promontory
And saw a mermaid on a dolphin's back
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath
That the rude sea grew civil at her song
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres
To hear the sea maid's music?

Puck: 
I remember

Oberon: 
That very time I saw (but thou couldst not)
Flying between the cold moon and the earth
Cupid, all arm'd: a certain aim he took
At a fair vestal throned by the west
And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow
As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts
But I might see young cupid's fiery shaft
Quenched by the chaste beams of the watery moon
And the imperial votress passed on
In maiden meditation, fancy free
Yet saw I where the bolt of cupid fell
It landed on a little western flower
Before milk white, now purple with love's wound
And maidens call it love-in-idleness
Fetch me that flower, that herb I show'd thee once
The juice of it, on sleeping eyelids laid
Will make or man or woman madly dote
Upon the next live creature that it sees
Fetch me that herb, and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league

Puck: 
I'll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes