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SCENE 1.--The same.
Enter Titania and Bottom, Fairies attending ; OBE
RON behind unseen.
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.-Where's monsieur Cobweb?
Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped 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 bave you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior.Where's monsieur Mustard-seed ?
Bot. Give me your neif, monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.
Must. What's your will?
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 musick, my sweet
love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in musick: let us have the tongues and the bones.
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 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. So doth the woodbine, the sweet honeysuckle, Gently entwist,—the female ivy so Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. 0, how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
OBERON advances. Enter Puck.
I did upbraid her, and fall out with her :
[Touching her eyes with an herb.
Hath such force and blessed power.
Tita. My Oberon ! wbat visions have I seen!
Obe. There lies your love.
Tita. How came these things to pass ?
Obe. Şilence, a while.-Robin, take off this head.
Titania, musick call; and strike more dead
Tita. Musick, ho! musick; such as charmeth sleep.
eyes peep. Obe. Sound, musick. [Still musick.] Come, my
queen, take hands with me,
Puck. Fairy king, attend, and mark;
Obe. Then, my queen, in silence sad,
Tita. Come, my lord; and in our flight,
[Horns sound within.
Enter Theseus, HIPPOLYTA, Egeus, and train. The. Go, one of you, find out the forester ;For now our observation is perform'd: And since we have the vaward of the day, My love shall hear the musick of my hounds.-Uncouple in the western valley; go :
Despatch, I say, and find the forester.
Hip. I was with Hercules, and Cadmus, once,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
The. No doubt, they rose up early, to observe
Ege. It is, my lord.