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Mus. Ready.

Bot. Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your curtsy, good mounsieur.

Mus. What’s your will?

Bot. Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must to the barber’s, mounsieur; for methinks I am marvail’s hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch.

Tita.

What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love?

Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let’s have the tongs and the bones.

[Music. Tongs. Rural music.]

Tita.

Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat.

Bot. Truly, a peck of provender; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay. Good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

Tita.

I have a venturous fairy that shall seek

The squirrel’s hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.

Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me; I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.

Tita.

Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.