Tit.
Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,
  While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,^{1 note}
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek, smooth head,
  And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.

Bot.

Where's Peas-blossom?

Pea.

Ready.

Bot.

Scratch my head, Peas-blossom.—Where's Cobweb?

Cob.

Ready.

Bot.

Good Cobweb, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good Cobweb, bring me the honey-bag. Where's Mustard-seed?

Mus.

Ready.

Bot.

Give me your neif,^{2 note} Mustard-seed.

Mus.

What's your will?

Bot.

Nothing, good sir, but to help Peas-blossom to scratch. I must to the barber's; 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 scratch.

Tit.
What, wilt thou hear some music?
Or, say, sweet love, what thou desir'st to eat?

Bot.

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.

Tit.
I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
The squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

Bot.

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.

Tit.
Fairies, begone, and be a while away.^{3 note} [Exeunt Fairies. [They sleep. Music. Oberon advances. Enter Puck.

Obe.
Welcome, good Robin. See'st thou this sweet sight?
Her dotage now I do begin to pity.
For meeting her of late, behind the wood,
She, in mild terms, did beg my patience;
I then did ask of her her changeling child;
Which straight she gave me, and her fairy sent
To bear him to my bower in fairy land.
And now I have the boy, I will undo
This hateful imperfection of her eyes.

INCANTATION.
  Be, as thou was wont to be; [Touching her eyes with an herb.
  See, as thou was wont to see:
  Dian's bud o'er Cupid's flower^{4 note}
  Hath such force and blessed power.
Now, my Titania; wake you, my sweet queen.

Tit.
My Oberon! what visions have I seen!
Methought, I was enamour'd of an ass.

Obe.
There lies your love.

Tit.
How came these things to pass?
O, how mine eyes do loath his visage now!

Obe.
Silence, a while.—Robin take off this head.— [Puck takes the ass's head off Bottom, and flies away.

Obe.
Sound, musick. [Music.] Come, my queen, take hands with me;
Now thou and I are new in amity;
We will, to-morrow midnight, solemnly,
Dance in Prince Theseus' house triumphantly,
And bless it to all fair posterity.

TRIO. 1st Fai.
  Fairy king, attend and mark;
  I do hear the morning lark. Obe.
  Then, my queen, in silence sad,
  Trip we after the night's shade:
  We the globe can compass soon,
  Swifter than the wand'ring moon. 2nd Fai.
  Fairy king, attend and mark,
  I do hear the morning lark. 1st Fai.
  Come, my lord; and in our flight,
  Tell me how it came this night,
  Sleeping here our queen was found,
  With this mortal on the ground. [Exeunt. [As they go out Bottom awakes.

Bot.

When my cue comes, call me, and I will answer:— my next is, Most fair Pyramus.—Hey, ho!—Peter Quince! Flute, the bellows-mender! Snout, the tinker! Starveling! stolen hence, and left me asleep! I have had a most rare vision. I have had a dream,—past the wit of man to say what dream it was: Man is but an ass, if he go about to expound this dream. Methought I was—there is no man can tell what. Methought I was, and methought I had,—But man is but a patched fool,^{5 note} if he will offer to say what methought I had. The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen: man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was. I will get Peter Quince to write a ballad of this dream: it shall be called Bottom's Dream, because it hath no bottom; and I will sing it in the latter end of the play, before the prince: Peradventure, to make it the more gracious, I shall sing it at Thisbe's death.

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