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To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.

Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.

[Peas.] Hail, mortal!

[Cob.] Hail!

[Moth.] Hail!

[Mus.] Hail!

Bot. I cry your worships mercy, heartily. I beseech your worship’s name.

Cob. Cobweb.

Bot. I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb. If I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman?

Peas. Peaseblossom.

Bot. I pray you commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?

Mus. Mustardseed.

Bot. Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well. That same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devour’d many a gentleman of your house. I promise you your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire you [of] more acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed.

Tita.

Come wait upon him; lead him to my bower.

The moon methinks looks with a wat’ry eye;

And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,