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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 cava. lero 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.
Queen. What,, wilt thou hear some musick, my sweet love?
Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick : let us have the tongs and the bones. .
30 Queen. 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.
Queen. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful, or two, of dried pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me. 40
Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my
Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away.
OBERON advances. Enter Puck. 06. Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this sweet
sight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity. For meeting her of late, behind the wood, Seeking sweet savours for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her : For she his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers; And that same dew, which sometime on the buds Was wont to swell, like round and orient pearls, Ştood now within the pretty flowret's eyes, Like tears, that did their own disgrace bewail. When I had, at my pleasure taunted her, And she, in mild terms, begg'd my patience, I then did ask of her her changeling child; 60 Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent To bear him to my bower in fairy land. And, now I have the boy, I will undo This hateful imperfection of her eyes. And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp From off the head of the Athenian swain; That he awaking when the others do, May all to Athens back again repair ; And think no more of this night's accidents, But as the fierce vexation of a dream.
70 But first I will release the fairy queen ;
Be, as thou wast wont to be;
[Touching her Eyes with an Herb.
Now, my Titania ; wake you, my sweet queen.
Queen. My Oberon ! what visions have I seen!
06. There lies your love.
take hands with me,
Puch. Fairy king, attend, and mark;
0b. Then my queen, in silence sad,
Queen. Come, 'my lord; and in our flight,
[Wind Horns within. Enter THESEUS, EGEUS, HIPPOLITA, and Train.
The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;-
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
So few'd, so sanded, and their heads are hung
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
Ege. It is, my lord.
140 Horns, and Shout within ; DEMETRIUS, LYSANDER,
Hermia, and HELENA, wake and start up: The. Good-morrow, friends. Saint Valentine is
past ; Begin these wood-birds but to couple now?
Lys. Pardon, my lord. [They all kneel to THESEUS.
The. I pray you all, stand up.