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To have my love to bed, and to arise; [160]
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! [165]

MOTH

Hail!

MUST ARDSEED

Hail!

BOT T OM

I cry your worships mercy, heartily. I beseech your worship’s name?

COBWEB

Cobweb. [170]

BOT T OM

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.

BOT T OM

I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, [175] 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?

MUST ARDSEED

Mustardseed.

BOT T OM