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Re-enter Snout. Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?
Bot. What do you see? you see an ass's head of your own; Do you ?
Re-enter QUINCE. Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated.
(Exit. Bot. I see their knavery! this is to make an ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid.
(Sings. The ousel-cock, so black of hue,
With orange-tawney bill,
The wren with little quill ; Tita. What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
(Waking Bot. The finch, the sparrow, and the lark,
The plain-song cuckoos gray,
And dares not answer, nay; for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? who would give a bird the lie, though he cry, cuckoo, never so ?,
Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again;
5 The cuckoo with his uniform note.
And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee.
Bot. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days: The more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek 6 upon occasion. Tita. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
Bot. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.
Tita. Out of this wood do not desire to go; Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit, of no common rate; The summer still doth tend upon my state, And I do love thee: therefore, go with me; I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep: And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.Peas-blossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustard-seed!
Enter four Fairies. 1 Fai. Ready. 2 Fai.
And I. 3 Fai.
And I. 4 Fai.
Where shall we go ? Tita. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries ; The honey bags steal from the humble-bees,
And, for night tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
my love to bed, and to arise;
1 Fai. Hail, mortal !
Bot. I cry your worships, mercy, heartily.-I beseech, your worship’s name?
Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good master Cobweb: If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you.-Your name, honest gentleman?
Bot. I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash, your mother, and to master Peascod, your father. Good master Peas-blossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too.- Your name, I beseech you, sir?
Bot. Good master Mustard-seed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like oxbeef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you more acquaintance, good master Mustard-seed. Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my
bower, The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye; And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
How now, mad spirit ? What night-rule: now about this haunted grove?
Puck. My mistress with a monster is in love.
8 Revelry. 1 Stupid company.
9 Simple fellows. 2 Head. 3 Actor.
And, at our stamp, here o'er and o'er one falls;
Obe. This falls out better than I could devise.
too, And the Athenian woman by his side ; That, when he walk’d, of force she must be ey'd.
Enter DEMETRIUS and HERMIA. Obe. Stand close; this is the same Athenian. Puck. This is the woman, but not this the man.
Dem. O, why rebuke you him that loves you so ? Lay breath so bitter on your bitter foe.
Her. Now I but chide, but I should use thee
For thou, I fear, hast given me cause to curse.