15201462Clo. Mounsieur Cobweb, good Mounsieur, get you your

15211463weapons in your hand, and kill me a red hipt Humble Bee,

15221464on the toppe of a thistle: and good Mounsieur, bring mee

15231465the hony bagge. Doe not fret your selfe too much, in the

15241466action, Mounsieur: and good Mounsieur haue a care, the

15251467honybagge breake not, I wold be loath to haue you ouer-

15261468flowen with a honibag signior. Where's Mounsieur Must-

15271469tardseede?

15281470Must. Readie.

15291471Clo. Giue me your neafe, Mounsieur Mustardseede. Pray

15301472you, leaue your curtsie, good Mounsieur.

15311473Must. What's your will?

15321474Clo. Nothing good Mounsieur, but to helpe Caualery

15331475Cobwebbe, to scratch. I must to the Barbers, Mounsieur.

15341476For me thinkes I am maruailes hairy about the face. And I

15351477am such a tender Asse, if my haire doe but tickle mee, I

15361478must scratch.

15371479Tita. What, wilt thou heare some musique, my sweete

15381480loue?

15391481Clo. I haue a reasonable good eare in musique. Lets

15401482haue the tongs, and the bones.

15421483Tyta. Or, say sweete loue, what thou desirest to eate.

15431484Clo. Truely a pecke of prouander. I could mounch your

15441485good dry Oates. Me thinkes, I haue a great desire 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,

15491488And fetch thee newe nuts.

15501489Clo. I had rather haue a handfull, or two of dryed pease.

15511490But, I pray you, let none of your people stirre me: I haue an

15521491exposition 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 Honisuckle,

15561495Gently entwist: the female Iuy so

15571496Enrings the barky fingers of the Elme.