PUCK  Fairy king, attend and mark:

I do hear the morning lark.

OBERON         Then, my queen, in silence sad,

Trip we after night’s shade.

We the globe can compass soon,

Swifter than the wandering moon.

TITANIA         Come, my lord, and in our flight,

Tell me how it came this night

That I sleeping here was found

With these mortals on the ground.

(Exeunt [Oberon, Titania and Puck.])           (4.1.92-101)

Er, sorry to interrupt, says Puck, but I think you need to get a move on, it’s properly getting light: fairy king, attend and mark: I do hear the morning lark. Oberon’s mostly not bothered: then, my queen, in silence sad, trip we after night’s shade. We’ll chase the moon until it properly sets, music or not. (All that matters is that we’re together again.) We the globe can compass soon, swifter than the wandering moon. We’ll race it to bed; we can circle the entire world in no time! Titania’s up for it, with one condition: come, my lord, and in our flight, tell me how it came this night that I sleeping here was found, with these morals on the ground? You’ll explain everything, I hope, exactly what’s been going on? And it’s as if she and Oberon stretch out their hands to each other, and whether flight suggests actual flying or just departure at speed, there’s a sense of soaring, as they contemplate the moon and the earth as if from above, all speaking in the same metre, united again. For the moment at least, fairy royalty (and Puck) are OUT.