Oberon: But we
are spirits of another sort:
I with the morning's love have oft made sport,
And, like a forester, the groves may tread,
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:
We may effect this business yet ere day.
Puck: Up and down, up and
down,
I will lead them up and down:
I am fear'd in field and town:
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Here comes one.....
Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night`s
Dream
german version