A Midsommer nightes dreame.
981937Fairies. Readie: and I, and I, and I. Where
shall we goe?
982938Tita. Be kinde and curteous to this gentleman,
983939Hop in his walkes, and gambole in his eyes,
984940Feede him with Apricocks, and Dewberries,
985941With purple Grapes, greene
figges, and Mulberries,
986942The hony bagges
steale from the humble Bees,
987943And for night tapers, croppe their waxen thighes,
988944And light them at the
fiery Glowe-wormes eyes,
989945To haue my loue to bedde, and to ari
se,
990946And pluck the wings, from painted Butter
flies,
991947To fanne the Moone-beames from his
sleeping eyes,
992948Nod to him Elues, and doe him curte
sies.
9939491. Fai. Haile mortall, haile.
996952Bot. I cry your wor
ships mercy, hartily: I be
seech your
999955Bot. I
shall de
sire you of more acquaintance, good ma
- 1000956ster
Cobweb: if I cut my
finger, I
shall make bolde with
1001957you. Your name hone
st gentleman?
1004959Bot. I pray you commend mee to mi
stre
sse
Squash, your
1005960mother, and to ma
ster
Peascod, your father. Good ma
ster
1006961Pease-blossome, I
shall de
sire you of more acquaintance,
1007962to. Your name I be
seech you
sir?
1010964Bot. Good ma
ster
Mustardseede, I know your patience
1011965woll. That
same cowardly, gyantlike, Ox-beefe hath de
- 1012966uourd many a gentleman of your hou
se. I promi
se you,
1013967your kindred hath made my eyes water, ere now. I de
sire
1014968you more acquaintance, good ma
ster
Mustardseede.
1016969Tita. Come waite vpon him: leade him to my bower.
1017970The Moone, me thinkes, lookes with a watry eye:
1018971And when
shee weepes, weepes euery little
flower,
Lamen-