PUCK  Then fate o’errules, that one man holding troth,

A million fail, confounding oath on oath.

OBERON         About the wood go swifter than the wind,

And Helena of Athens look thou find.

All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer,

With sighs of love that costs the fresh blood dear.

By some illusion see thou bring her here.

I’ll charm his eyes, against she do appear.

PUCK  I go, I go, look how I go,

Swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow. (Exit.)  (3.2.92-101)

Sod’s law innit, observes Puck: then fate o’errules, that one man holding troth, a million fail, confounding oath on oath. The ONE man who was the faithful lover, in the midst of all the others swearing false oaths, gets messed up. Ooops. Fair cop, my fault, no way out of it. (You have to admit, funny though? Too soon?) Oberon’s instructions are very clear, and he’s using names this time (editors point out that he hasn’t heard Helena’s name at any point so how does he know it? guys this is the actual fairy king; also, no one’s going to notice): about the wood go swifter than the wind, and Helena of Athens look thou find. Time’s running out, and she’s the key to all of this, so you need to HURRY and FIND HER. All fancy-sick she is and pale of cheer, with sighs of love that costs the fresh blood dear. She’s just so sad, and tired; she’s made herself ill, swooning and sighing, fading away. By some illusion bring her here; just do whatever it takes, OK? I’ll charm his eyes, against she do appear. This time I’ll do the business with the magic flower, so that when you bring her, everything will be ready to go. HURRY!

And Puck almost always gets a laugh by moving slowly, unwillingly, sarcastically: I go, I go, look how I go, swifter than arrow from the Tartar’s bow. LOOK at the speed I can put on, yes alright, alright I’m going.