_Snout._ O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee? 105 _Bot._ What do you see? you see an ass-head of your own, do you? [_Exit Snout._ _Re-enter_ QUINCE. _Quin._ Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. [_Exit._ _Bot._ I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; 110 to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. [_Sings._ The ousel cock so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill, 115 The throstle with his note so true, The wren with little quill; _Tita._ [_Awaking_] What angel wakes me from my flowery bed? _Bot._ [_Sings_ The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plain-song cuckoo gray, 120 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? _Tita._ I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again: 125 Mine ear is much enamour’d of thy note; So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape; And thy fair virtue’s force perforce doth move me On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee. _Bot._ Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason 130 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. _Tita._ Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful. 135 _Bot._ Not so, neither: but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn. _Tita._ 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: 140 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 pressed flowers dost sleep: 145 And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed! _Enter_ PEASEBLOSSOM, COBWEB, MOTH, _and_ MUSTARDSEED. _First Fai._ Ready. _Sec. Fai._ And I. _Third Fai._ And I. _Fourth Fai._ And I. _All._ Where shall we go?