When thou wakest,

Thou takest

True delight

In the sight

Of thy former lady's eye:

And the country proverb known,
That every man should take his own,
In your waking shall be shown:
Jack shall have Jill;

Naught shall go ill;

The man shall have his mare again, and all shall be well.

[Exit Puck.-Dem. Hel. &c. sleep.

ACT IV.

SCENE I.

The same.

Enter TITANIA and BOTTOM, FAIRIES attending;
OBERON behind, unseen.

Tit. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed,

While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,1

And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,

And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy. Bot. Where's Peas-blossom?

Peas. Ready.

1 Stroke.

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

Cob. Ready.

Bot. Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monsieur; and, good monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey. bag, signior.-Where's monsieur Mustard-seed?

Mus. Ready.

Bot. Give me your neif,1 monsieur Mustard-seed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good monsieur.

Mus. What's your will?

Bot. Nothing, good monsieur, but to help cavalero Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber's, monsieur; 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, my sweet love?

Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music: let us have the tongs and the bones.

Tit. Or, say, sweet love, what thou desirest 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.

Fist.