1501And the Country Prouerb knowne,

1502That euery man should take his owne,

1503In your waking shall be showne.

1504Iacke shall haue Iill, nought shall goe ill.

1505The man shall haue his Mare againe, and all shall bee

1506well.

1511Tita. Come, sit thee downe vpon this flowry bed,

1512While I thy amiable cheekes doe coy,

1513And sticke muske roses in thy sleeke smoothe head,

1514And kisse thy faire large eares, my gentle ioy.

1515Clow. Where's Peaseblossome?

1516Peas. Ready.

1517Clow. Scratch my head, Pease-blossome. Wher's Moun-

1518sieuer Cobweb.

1519Cob. Ready.

1520Clowne. Mounsieur Cobweb, good Mounsier get your

1521weapons in your hand, & kill me a red hipt humble-Bee,

1522on the top of a thistle; and good Mounsieur bring mee

1523the hony bag. Doe not fret your selfe too much in the

1524action, Mounsieur; and good Mounsieur haue a care the

1525hony bag breake not, I would be loth to haue yon ouer-

1526flowne with a hony-bag signiour. Where's Mounsieur

1527Mustardseed?

1528Mus. Ready.

1529Clo. Giue me your neafe, Mounsieur Mustardseed.

1530Pray you leaue your courtesie good Mounsieur.

1531Mus. What's your will?

1532Clo. Nothing good Mounsieur, but to help Caualery

1533Cobweb to scratch. I must to the Barbers Mounsieur, for

1534me-thinkes I am maruellous hairy about the face. And I

1535am such a tender asse, if my haire do but tickle me, I must

1536scratch.

1537Tita. What, wilt thou heare some musicke, my sweet

1538loue.

1539Clow. I haue a reasonable good eare in musicke. Let

1540vs haue the tongs and the bones.

1542Tita. Or say sweete Loue, what thou desirest to eat.

1543Clowne. Truly a pecke of Prouender; I could munch

1544your good dry Oates. Me-thinkes I haue a great desire

1545to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweete hay hath no fel-

1546low.

1547Tita. I haue a venturous Fairy,

1548That shall seeke the Squirrels hoard,

1549And fetch thee new Nuts.

1550Clown. I had rather haue a handfull or two of dried

1551pease. But I pray you let none of your people stirre me, I

1552haue an exposition of sleepe come vpon me.

1553Tyta. Sleepe thou, and I will winde thee in my arms,

1554Fairies be gone, and be alwaies away.

1555So doth the woodbine, the sweet Honisuckle,

1556Gently entwist; the female Iuy so

1557Enrings the barky fingers of the Elme.

1558O how I loue thee! how I dote on thee!

1560Ob. Welcome good Robin:

1561Seest thou this sweet sight?

1562Her dotage now I doe begin to pitty.

1563For meeting her of late behinde the wood,

1564Seeking sweet sauors for this hatefull foole,

1565I did vpbraid her, and fall out with her.

1566For she his hairy temples then had rounded,

1567With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers.

1568And that same dew which somtime on the buds,

1569Was wont to swell like round and orient pearles;

1570Stood now within the pretty flouriets eyes,

1571Like teares that did their owne disgrace bewaile.

1572When I had at my pleasure taunted her,

1573And she in milde termes beg'd my patience,

1574I then did aske of her, her changeling childe,

1575Which straight she gaue me, and her Fairy sent

1576To beare him to my Bower in Fairy Land.

1577And now I haue the Boy, I will vndoe

1578This hatefull imperfection of her eyes.

1579And gentle Pucke, take this transformed scalpe,

1580From off the head of this Athenian swaine;

1581That he awaking when the other doe,

1582May all to Athens backe againe repaire,

1583And thinke no more of this nights accidents,

1584But as the fierce vexation of a dreame.

1585But first I will release the Fairy Queene.

1590Now my Titania wake you my sweet Queene.

1591Tita. My Oberon, what visions haue I seene!

1592Me-thought I was enamoured of an Asse.

1593Ob. There lies your loue.

1594Tita. How came these things to passe?

1595Oh, how mine eyes doth loath this visage now!

1596Ob. Silence a while. Robin take off his head:

1597Titania, musick call, and strike more dead

1598Then common sleepe; of all these, fine the sense.

1599Tita. Musicke, ho musicke, such as charmeth sleepe.

1601Rob. When thou wak'st, with thine owne fooles eies

1602 peepe

1603Ob. Sound musick; come my Queen, take hands with (me.

1604And rocke the ground whereon these sleepers be.

1605Now thou and I new in amity,

1606And will to morrow midnight, solemnly

1607Dance in Duke Theseus house triumphantly,

1608And blesse it to all faire posterity.

1609There shall the paires of faithfull Louers be

1610Wedded, with Theseus, all in iollity.

1611Rob. Faire King attend, and marke,

1612I doe heare the morning Larke.

1613Ob. Then my Queene in silence sad,

1614Trip we after the nights shade;

1615We the Globe can compasse soone,

1616Swifter then the wandering Moone.

1617Tita. Come my Lord, and in our flight,

1618Tell me how it came this night,

1619That I sleeping heere was found,

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