He can tell you more than I.
[Enter Oberon.]
OBERON
Where's Orchis? Where's our fairy trumpeter
To call the court together?
ORCHIS
Here, my liege.
OBERON
Bugle them hither; let thy red cheeks puff
Until thy curled petallic trumpet thrill
More loudly than a yellow-banded bee
Thro' all the clover clumps and boughs of thyme.
They are scattered far abroad.
ORCHIS
My liege, it shall
Outroar the very wasp!