A Midsommer nightes dreame.
15201462Clo. Moun
sieur
Cobweb, good Moun
sieur, get you your
15211463weapons in your hand, and kill me a red hipt Humble Bee,
15221464on the toppe of a thi
stle: and good Moun
sieur, bring mee
15231465the hony bagge. Doe not fret your
selfe too much, in the
15241466a
ction, Moun
sieur: and good Moun
sieur haue a care, the
15251467honybagge breake not, I wold be loath to haue you ouer
- 15261468flowen with a honibag
signior. Where's Moun
sieur
Must- 15291471Clo. Giue me your neafe, Moun
sieur
Mustardseede. Pray
15301472you, leaue your curt
sie, good Moun
sieur.
15321474Clo. Nothing good Moun
sieur, but to helpe Caualery
15331475Cobwebbe, to
scratch. I mu
st to the Barbers, Moun
sieur.
15341476For me thinkes I am maruailes hairy about the face. And I
15351477am
such a tender A
sse, if my haire doe but tickle mee, I
15371479Tita. What, wilt thou heare
some mu
sique, my
sweete
15391481Clo. I haue a rea
sonable good eare in mu
sique. Lets
15421483Tyta. Or,
say
sweete loue, what thou de
sire
st to eate.
15431484Clo. Truely a pecke of prouander. I could mounch your
15441485good dry Oates. Me thinkes, I haue a great de
sire to a bot
- 15451486tle of hay. Good hay,
sweete hay hath no fellow.
15471487Ty. I haue a venturous Fairy, that
shall
seeke the Squirils
(hoord, 15501489Clo. I had rather haue a handfull, or two of dryed pea
se.
15511490But, I pray you, let none of your people
stirre me: I haue an
15521491expo
sition of
sleepe come vpon mee.
15531492Tyta. Sleepe thou, and I will winde thee in my armes.
15541493Faieries be gon, and be alwaies away.
15551494So doth the woodbine, the
sweete Honi
suckle,
15561495Gently entwi
st: the female Iuy
so
15571496Enrings the barky
fingers of the Elme.
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