...hold we this solemnity In nightly revels and new jollity. They all exit. PUCK enters with a broom. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the churchway paths to glide; And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecate's team From...

...Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the church-way paths to glide. (Vi. 361-8) There is no question, then, of putting the Dream...

...Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. of fell deeds: And Caesar's spirit, ranging for revenge, With livery one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By...

...Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the churchway paths to glide; And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecate's team Prom...

...to make sure that the headmaster has truly left. He turns back to his fellow students.) STU. 1 . Now is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the churchway paths to glide; (Student 1 collects the composition books and puts them aside.)...

...Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the church- way paths to glide. And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team From...

...a broom and begins the final scene: Now the hungry lion roars, And the wolf behowls the moon . . . Now it is the time of night That the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite In the churchway paths to glide; And we fairies that do run By the triple Hecate's team From...

...the screech owl, screeching loud, Puts the wretch that lies in woe 370 In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night That the graves, all gaping wide, 373 Every one lets forth his sprite, In the churchway paths to glide. And we fairies, that do run 376...

...did not return, and she retired, to forget in sleep the disastrous story she had heard. CHAPTER IV 'Now it is the time of night, That, the graves all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his sprite, In the church-way path to glide.' SHAKESPEARE [Midsummer Eight's Dream]' On the next night,...

...Whilst the screech-owl, screeching loud Puts the wretch that lies in woe In remembrance of a shroud. two honours sprite, In the church-way paths to glide: And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team From...