1 Fair.
Ready.

2 Fair.
And I.

3 Fair.
And I.

4 Fair.
And I: where shall we go?

Queen.
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambole 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 glow-worm's eyes,^{6 note}
To have my love to bed, and to arise:
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes;
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

1 Fair.
Hail, mortal, hail!

2 Fair.
Hail!—

3 Fair.
Hail!—6Q0014

Bot.

I cry your worship's mercy heartily; I beseech, your worship's name.

Cob.

Cobweb.

Bot.

I shall desire of you more acquaintance, good master Cobweb; if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman.

Pease.

Peaseblossom.

Bot.

I pray you, commend me to mistress Squash your mother, and to master Peascod your father. Good master Peaseblossom, I shall desire of you more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, Sir.

Mus.

Mustardseed.

Bot.

Good master Mustardseed, I know your ^{7 note}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 more of your acquaintance, good master Mustardseed.

Queen.
Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower.
  The moon, methinks, looks with a watry eye;
And when she weeps, weep ev'ry little flower,
  Lamenting some enforced chastity!
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently. [Exeunt.

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