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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;

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.

And I will purge thy mortal grossness so,

That thou shalt like an aery spirit go.

Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!

Enter four Fairies [Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed].

[Peas.]

Ready.

[Cob.]

And I.

[Moth.]

And I.

[Mus.]

And I.

[All.]

Where shall we go?

Tita.

Be kind and courteous to this gentleman,

Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes;

Feed him with apricocks 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,