A Midsommer nightes dreame.
944902The Thro
stle, with his note
so true,
945903The Wren, with little quill.
946904Tytania. What Angell wakes me from my
flowry bed?
947905Bot. The Fynch, the Sparrowe, and the Larke,
948906The plain
song Cuckow gray:
949907Who
se note, full many a man doth marke,
950908And dares not an
swere, nay.
951909For indeede, who would
set his wit to
so fooli
sh a birde?
952910Who would giue a bird the ly, though hee cry Cuckow,
954912Tita. I pray thee, gentle mortall,
sing againe.
955913Myne eare is much enamoured of thy note:
956914So is mine eye enthralled to thy
shape,
957915And thy faire vertues force (perforce) doth mooue mee,
958916On the
fir
st viewe to
say, to
sweare, I loue thee.
959917Bott. Mee thinks mi
stre
sse, you
should haue little rea
son
960918for that. And yet, to
say the truth, rea
son and loue keepe
961919little company together, now a daies. The more the pitty,
962920that
some hone
st neighbours will not make them friends.
963921Nay I can gleeke, vpon occa
sion.
965922Tyta. Thou art as wi
se, as thou art beautifull.
966923Bott. Not
so neither: but if I had wit enough to get out
967924of this wood, I haue enough to
serue mine owe turne.
969925Tyta. Out of this wood, doe not de
sire to goe:
970926Thou
shalt remaine here, whether thou wilt or no.
971927I am a
spirit, of no common rate:
972928The Sommer,
still, doth tend vpon my
state,
973929And I doe loue thee: therefore goe with mee.
974930Ile giue thee Fairies to attend on thee:
975931And they
shall fetch thee Iewels, from the deepe,
976932And
sing, while thou, on pre
ssed
flowers, do
st sleepe:
977933And I will purge thy mortall gro
ssene
sse
so,
978934That thou
shalt, like an ayery
spirit, goe.
979935Pease-
blossome, Cobweb, Moth, and
Mustard-
seede? Fai