When thou wakest, Thou takest True delight In the sight Of thy former lady's eye: And the country proverb known, Naught shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well. [Exit Puck.-Dem. Hel. &c. sleep. ACT IV. SCENE I. The same. Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, FAIRIES attending; Tit. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,1 And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head, And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom? Peas. Ready. 1 Stroke. Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.-Where's monsieur Cobweb? Cob. Ready. 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 have you overflown with a honey. bag, signior.-Where's monsieur Mustard-seed? Mus. Ready. Bot. Give me your neif,1 monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur. Mus. What's your will? Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero 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. Tit. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love? Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let us have the tongs and the bones. Tit. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desirest 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. Fist. |