ACT FOURTH SCENE I. The Wood. DEMETRIUS, HELENA, Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, Fairies attending; Tita. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery While I thy amiable cheeks do coy, And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, Bot. Where 's Pease-blossom? Peas. Ready. Bot. Scratch my head, Pease-blossom,-where 's Monsieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. Bot. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a redhipped humble-bee, on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you over-flown with J a honey-bag, signior.-Where's Monsieur Mustardseed? Must. Ready. Bot. Give me your neif, Monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Must. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face, and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch. Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let's have the tongs and the bones. [Music, Tongs, Rural Music. Tita. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat. Bot. Truly a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great desire to a bottle of hay; good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee thence new nuts. Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me: I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. Tita. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms. Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. [Exeunt Fairies. So doth the woodbine the sweet honey-suckle Gently entwist; the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. O, how I love thee! how I dote on thee! [They sleep. Enter PUCK Obe. [Advancing.] Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity: For, meeting her of late behind the wood, And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell like round and orient pearls, Like tears that did their own disgrace bewail. [Touching her eyes with an herb. Be, as thou wast wont to be; See, as thou wast wont to see : Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower Hath such force and blessed power. Now, my Titania, wake you, my sweet queen ! Tita. My Oberon! what visions have I seen! Methought, I was enamoured of an ass. Obe. There lies Tita. How came these things to pass ? O, how mine eyes do loathe his visage now! Titania, music call, and strike more dead Puck. Now, when thou wak'st, with thine own fool's eyes peep. [Takes off the ass's head. And will to-morrow midnight solemnly Dance in Duke Theseus' house triumphantly, And bless it to all fair posterity. There shall the pairs of faithful lovers be Obe. Tita. Come, my lord, and in our flight |