TITANIA. What angel wakes me from my flowry bed？ BOTTOM.[Sings] The finch， the sparrow， and the lark， The plain-song cuckoo grey， Whose note full many a man doth mark， And dares not answer nay- for， indeed， who would set his wit to so foolish a bird？ Who would give a bird the he， though he cry 'cuckoo' never so？ TITANIA. I pray thee， gentle mortal， sing again. Mine ear is much enamoured of thy note； So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape； And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me， On the first view， to say， to swear， I love thee. BOTTOM. Methinks， mistress， you should have little reason for that. And yet， to say the truth， reason and love keep little company together now-a-days. The more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay， I can gleek upon occasion. TITANIA. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. BOTTOM. Not so， neither； but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood， I have enough to serve mine own turn. TITANIA. Out of this wood do not desire to go； Thou shalt remain here whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate； The summer still doth tend upon my state； And I do love thee； therefore， go with me. I"ll give thee fairies to attend on thee； And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep， And sing， while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep； And I will purge thy mortal grossness so That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. Peaseblossom！ Cobweb！ Moth！ and Mustardseed！
Enter PEASEBLOSSOM， COBWEB， MOTH， and MUSTARDSEED
PEASEBLOSSOM. Ready. COBWEB. And I. MOTH. And I. MUSTARDSEED. And I. ALL. Where shall we go？ TITANIA. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman； Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes； Feed him with apricocks and dewberries， With purple grapes， green figs， and mulberries； The honey bags steal from the humble-bees， And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs， And light them at the fiery glowworm's eyes， To have my love to bed and to arise； And pluck the wings from painted butterflies， To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes. Nod to him， elves， and do him courtesies. PEASEBLOSSOM. Hail， mortal！ COBWEB. Hail！ MOTH. Hail！ MUSTARDSEED. Hail！ BOTTOM. I cry your worships mercy， heartily； I beseech your worships name. COBWEB. Cobweb. BOTTOM. I shall desire you of more acquaintance， good Master Cobweb. If I cut my finger， I shall make bold with you. Your name， honest gentleman？ PEASEBLOSSOM. Peaseblossom. BOTTOM. I pray you， commend me to Mistress Squash， your mother， and to Master Peascod， your father. Good Master Peaseblossom， I shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name， I beseech you， sir？ MUSTARDSEED. Mustardseed. BOTTOM. Good Master Mustardseed， I know your patience well. That same cowardly giant-like ox-beef hath devour"d many a gentleman of your house. I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you of more acquaintance， good Master Mustardseed. TITANIA. Come， wait upon him； lead him to my bower. The moon， methinks， looks with a watry eye； And when she weeps， weeps every little flower； Lamenting some enforced chastity. Tie up my loves tongue， bring him silently. Exeunt
SCENE II. Another part of the wood
Enter OBERON
OBERON. I wonder if Titania be awakd； Then， what it was that next came in her eye， Which she must dote on in extremity.
Enter PUCK
Here comes my messenger. How now， mad spirit！ What night-rule now about this haunted grove？ PUCK. My mistress with a monster is in love. Near to her close and consecrated bower， While she was in her dull and sleeping hour， A crew of patches， rude mechanicals， That work for bread upon Athenian stalls， Were met together to rehearse a play Intended for great Theseus" nuptial day. The shallowest thickskin of that barren sort， Who Pyramus presented， in their sport Forsook his scene and entred in a brake； When I did him at this advantage take， An ass's nole I fixed on his head. Anon his Thisby must be answered， And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy， As wild geese that the creeping fowler eye， Or russetpated choughs， many in sort， Rising and cawing at the guns report， Sever themselves and madly sweep the sky， So at his sight away his fellows fly； And at our stamp here， o'er and o'er one falls； He murder cries， and help from Athens calls. Their sense thus weak， lost with their fears thus strong， Made senseless things begin to do them wrong， For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch； Some sleeves， some hats， from yielders all things catch. I led them on in this distracted fear， And left sweet Pyramus translated there； When in that moment， so it came to pass， Titania wakd， and straightway lovd an ass. OBERON. This falls out better than I could devise. But hast thou yet latch"d the Athenians eyes With the love-juice， as I did bid thee do？ PUCK. I took him sleeping- that is finishd too- And the Athenian woman by his side； That， when he wakd， of force she must be eyd.
