O weary night, O long and tedious night

Helena
O weary night, O long and tedious night,
 Abate thy hours! Shine, comforts, from the east,
That I may back to Athens by daylight
 From these that my poor company detest.
And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.
 She lies down and sleeps.

And sleep, that sometimes shuts up sorrow’s eye,
Steal me awhile from mine own company.

Robin

Yet but three? Come one more.
Two of both kinds makes up four.
Here she comes, curst and sad.
Cupid is a knavish lad
Thus to make poor females mad.

 Enter Hermia.
Hermia 
Never so weary, never so in woe,
 Bedabbled with the dew and torn with briers,
I can no further crawl, no further go.
 My legs can keep no pace with my desires.
Here will I rest me till the break of day.
Heavens shield Lysander if they mean a fray!
 She lies down and sleeps.
Robin

On the ground
Sleep sound.
I’ll apply
To your eye,
Gentle lover, remedy.

 Robin applies the nectar to Lysander’s eyes.

When thou wak’st,
Thou tak’st
True delight
In the sight
Of thy former lady’s eye.
And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown.
 Jack shall have Jill;
 Naught shall go ill;
The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.
 He exits.