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Good Master Mustardseed, I know your [180] patience well. That same
cowardly giant-like ox-beef hath devoured 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. [185]

T IT ANIA

Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye,
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love’s tongue, bring him silently. [190]

Exeunt.

Scene II IT

Enter Oberon, King of Fairies.

OBERON

I wonder if Titania be awak’d;
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? [5]

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, [10]
Were met together to rehearse a play
Intended for great Theseus’ nuptial day.
The shallowest thick-skin of that barren sort,
Who Pyramus presented in their sport,
Forsook his scene, and enter’d in a brake, [15]
When I did him at this advantage take:
An ass’s nole I fixed on his head.
Anon, his Thisbe must be answered,
And forth my mimic comes. When they him spy-