She lay down on her side, made herself comfortable, and closed her eyes. Lysander lay down next to her "We can both sleep here," he said, but she pushed him away. "No, Lysander. Go and lie over there, not near me.' 'Oh, sweetest," he said, putting his hand on her arm. only want to sleep here beside you, I promise.' Hermia laughed, moving his hand away. Lysander, we're not married. We can't sleep next to each other. He smiled and sighed. Then he moved away from Hermia and lay down. I'll sleep over here then. Good night, Hermia. "Sleep well," said Hermia, her eyes already closing. The lovers slept, and a little while later Puck arrived in the clearing. He had gone all through the forest looking for a man in Athenian clothes, but found nobody. Now, stepping quietly across the grassy clearing, he saw two people sleeping on the ground. "This must be the man from Athens that Oberon was talking about," Puck said. And here's the sweet lady who he's so cruel to. Poor thing, lying on the dirty ground, afraid to go near him!' Puck took out the purple flower, and held it over Lysander, letting its juice fall into his eyes. As silver lights moved across Lysander's face, Puck whispered: You will wake with love that's deep, Love that keeps you from your sleep.