Enter TITANIA with her train.

TITANIA         Come, now a roundel and a fairy song;

Then for the third part of a minute, hence:

Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds;

Some war with rearmice for their leathern wings

To make my small elves coats; and some keep back

The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders

At our quaint spirits. Sing me now asleep;

Then to your offices, and let me rest.          (2.2.1-8)

Oberon’s might still be there, lurking, and editors sometimes accommodate that possibility in stage directions, but the focus is on Titania, with her train, her household of fairy attendants, in the very bower that Oberon has just so gorgeously described. She’s going to sleep, but first she wants a lullaby, maybe with dancing: come, now a roundel and a fairy song; perhaps the fairies join hands and circle around her bed, her bower. Then for the third part of a minute, hence, just for twenty seconds, go and be busy elsewhere (the time doesn’t make sense, but these are fairies, they’re tiny, and no one is keeping time with any accuracy, because these are FAIRIES, they can move with the same speed as Puck, it seems). They have particular tasks, suited to their size: some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds, go smash those caterpillars! Some war with rearmice for their leathern wings to make my small elves coats: they’re going after the bats in order to make biker jackets for the little ones! fairy chic! And some keep back the clamorous owl, that nightly hoots and wonders at our quaint spirits. There’s a pesky owl that keeps me awake sometimes, says Titania, watching everything we get up to; shoo it away, please! It’s a nuisance. But first, sing me now asleep—lullaby time—then to your offices, and let me rest. While I’m asleep, you can go and do your chores, just as I’ve instructed, and leave me in peace.