So, good night, with lullaby. One aloof stand sentinel. Wake when some vile thing is near. We'll rest us, Hermia, if you think it good, And tarry for the comfort of the day. One heart, one bed, two bosoms and one troth.
Love takes the meaning in love's conference.
So then two bosoms and a single troth. Now much beshrew my manners and my pride, If Hermia meant to say Lysander lied. Through the forest have I gone. But Athenian found I none, On whose eyes I might approve This flower's force in stirring love. Churl, upon thy eyes I throw All the power this charm doth owe.