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Here will I rest me, 'till the break of day.
To your eyes
[Squeezing the juice on Lyfander's eye.
In the fight
Jack fhall have Jill,
Naught shall go ill,
[Exit. Puck. (They Neep.
Continued, The Wood.
Enter queen of the Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and
the king behind them.
QUE E N.
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
Bot. Where's Peaseblossom?
Bot. Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Where's monsieur Cobweb ?
Bot. Monsieur Cobweb, good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me red-hipt humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring the honeybag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care, the honey-bag break not; I should be loth to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior. Where's monsieur Mustardseed?
Bot. Give me thy neife, monsieur Mustardseed; pray you leave your curtesy, good monsieur.
Must. 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 sạch a tender ass, if my hair doth 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 bunes.
Rural musick, Tongs, &c.
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 thence 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.
Qeen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms;
OB. Welcome, good Robin; seest thou this sweet fight? Her dotage now I do begin to pity ; For, meeting her of late behind the wood, Seeking sweet favours 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, Stood now within the pretty flouret'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, Which strait 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 eye : And, gentle Puck, take this transformed scalp
From off the head of the Athenian swain ;
Be, as thou waft wont to be
Hath such force and blessed pow'r.
QUEEN. My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
OB. There lies your love.
Queen. How came these things to pafs? Oh, how mine eyes do loath this visage now!
OB. Silence, a while-Robin, take off his head; Titania, musick call; and strike more dead Than common sleep of all these five the sense. Queen. Musick, hol musick: fuch as charmeth Heep.
(Still musck Puck. When thou awak'st, with thy own fool's eyes
peep. OB. Sound, mufick; come, my queen, take hand with
Puck. Fairy king, attend and mark;
OB. Then, my queen, in silence fad,
Queen. Come, my lord, and our flight
[Wind horns within.
Hip. I was with Hercules and Cadmus once,
The. My hounds are bred out of the Spartan kind,
ears that sweep away the morning.dew;