PUCK: Now the hungry lion roars,
And the wolf behowls the moon;
…Now the wasted brands do glow,
Whilst the screech owl, screeching loud,
Puts the wretch that lies in woe
In remembrance of a shroud.
Now is the time of night,
That the graves, all gaping wide,
Every one lets forth his sprite,
In the churchway paths to glide:
Which line from Oberon's benediction balances Puck's speech about the night?