Puck: it’s the WITCHING HOUR! (5.1.361-372) #MoonMad #SlowShakespeare

Enter [PUCK with a broom.] PUCK Now the hungry lion roars And the wolf behowls the moon, Whilst the heavy ploughman snores, All with weary task fordone. Now the wasted brands do glow, 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 […]