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Ready.

BOT T OM

Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy,
good mounsieur. [20]

MUST ARDSEED

What’s your will?

BOT T OM

Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must
to the barber’s, mounsieur, for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the
face; and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must [25]
scratch.

T IT ANIA

What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love?

BOT T OM

I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let’s have the tongs and the bones.

T IT ANIA

Or say, sweet love, what thou desir’st to eat? [30]

BOT T OM

Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I
have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no
fellow.

T IT ANIA

I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
The squirrel’s hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. [35]

BOT T OM

I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas.
But I pray you, let none of your people stir me:
I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

T IT ANIA