Avtandil The Grand Opera painting

Avtandil The Grand Opera painting
Flamenco Dancer dance series painting
But we are spirits of another sort:I with the morning's love have oft made sport,And, like a forester, the groves may tread,Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red,Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.But, notwithstanding, haste; make no delay:We may effect this business yet ere day.
[Exit]
PUCK
Up and down, up and down,I will lead them up and down:I am fear'd in field and town:Goblin, lead them up and down.Here comes one.
[Re-enter LYSANDER]
LYSANDER
Where art thou, proud Demetrius? speak thou now.
PUCK
Here, villain; drawn and ready. Where art thou?
LYSANDER
I will be with thee straight.