[The feed is dark: shadows, leaves, silver glowing eyes.]

What earnest soldier here with iron heart-
I see a boy unspoiled by merriment
Boast no more your tedious dignity

[But suddenly private]

I see your jest and well it pleases me
That mortal tricks may mortal eyes decieve
If stripling youth your trickster heart betrays
Thou mayst yet dare to call the fairy King

[That shift to thou is no accident. Oberon is Interested. That's. Probably not a good thing.]