TITANIA. That voice would make the nightingale asham’d. [_Kisses him_ Now must thou leave thy fellows in this place And speed along with me unto my court, Where we’ll abide in loving dalliance Until thy mortal part’s with spirit mix’d. Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed! PEASEBLOSSOM. Ready. COBWEB. And I. MOTH. And I. MUSTARDSEED. And I. ALL. Your hest, Our queen, is still our duty and delight. TITANIA. Attend us to the court, and evermore Give special heed unto this gentleman, Anticipate his ev’ry wish and feed Him with the choicest cates the isle doth yield. [_Exeunt_ TITANIA _and_ BOTTOM, _attended by train_. QUINCE. Were this but told in Athens, now, ’twere not believed by aught, but we accredited liars all of the first water, and so esteemed. ALL. ’Twere indeed but so, and truly, Peter Quince. QUINCE. Therefore I hold that (an’ we once more come by our own firesides in Athens), we were best make no words of the happenings we have beheld but now, lest we be cried upon in the public streets as those that be counted no true men. ALL. That were to shame us, every mother’s son. QUINCE. Why you speak the very gizzard of the matter, my masters all, and we will be silent in such wise as I did perpetuate, and as for Nick Bottom, let his goblin mistress do with him as she listeth, for methinks we are well rid of his company, being, for ourselves, nothing loose-minded but sober, virtuous citizens all. ALL. That are we, Peter Quince, and we thank God for’t. _Enter_ PUCK, _unperceived, who tweaks_ QUINCE _violently by the nose and exits_. QUINCE. O masters, which of you-- _Is suddenly twitched aside by_ PUCK. _Re-enters with a lion’s head on his shoulders._ ALL. God defends us, Peter Quince. QUINCE. Masters, it ill becomes you as sober citizens of Athens to treat one of yourselves thus unseemly. Am not I a simple workman like the rest of you? Is it not my very own voice that you hear but now? [_Roars._ ALL. God for his mercy. [_Exeunt all but_ QUINCE. QUINCE. These be strange manners; an’ I were a very lion, though being of a truth of a most lamblike perdition, they could not have fled from me with greater speeding. I will e’en after them to taste the reason of their knavery. _Enter_ PUCK. PUCK. Now will I set these patches by the ears, Making such monsters of their simple selves As severally shall fright them when they see Each in the other’s fearful eyeball glass’d. [_Exit_ PUCK.