The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo grey, Whose note full many a man doth mark— And dares not answer nay;— for, indeed, who would set his wit to so foolish a bird? Who would give a bird the lie, though he cry "cuckoo" never so? TITANIA. I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: Mine ear is much enamor'd of thy note; So is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape, And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. BOTTOM. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that: and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days; the more the pity, that some honest neighbours will not make them friends. Nay, I can gleek upon occasion. TITANIA. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. BOTTOM. Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. TITANIA. Out of this wood do not desire to go: Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no. I am a spirit of no common rate,— The Summer still doth tend upon my state; And I do love thee. Therefore, go with me. I'll give thee fairies to attend on thee; And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, And sing, while thou on pressèd flowers dost sleep: And I will purge thy mortal grossness so. That thou shalt like airy spirit go. Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed! (_Enter_ PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, _and_ MUSTARDSEED) PEASEBLOSSOM. Ready. COBWEB. And I. MOTH. And I. MUSTARDSEED. And I. ALL. Where shall we go? TITANIA. Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricots 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, To have my love to bed and to arise; And pluck the wings from painted butterflies To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes. Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. PEASEBLOSSOM. Hail, mortal! COBWEB. Hail! MOTH. Hail! MUSTARDSEED. Hail! TITANIA. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower. SCENE III (_Enter_ TITANIA _and_ BOTTOM; PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, MUSTARDSEED, _and other_ FAIRIES _attending_; OBERON _behind, unseen_.) TITANIA. Come, sit thee down upon this flowery bed, While I thy amiable cheeks do coy And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head. BOTTOM. Where's Peaseblossom? PEASEBLOSSOM. Ready. BOTTOM. Scratch my head, Peaseblossom.—Where's Monsieur Cobweb? COBWEB. Ready. BOTTOM.