Mustardseed.Chief mortal seen.
Titania [espying Bottom] What angel can compare unto my love?
Beauty itself, beholding thee, might swoon
For envy, and the eldest sage would yield
His place to thee on th’ instant. O my love!
[Winds her arms about his neck.
Thou shalt dwell with me ever. Oberon
To thee is but a gaping pig, and thou
To him the nonpareil of beauteous youth.
Bottom. Good mistress atomy, though you show somewhat spare of flesh you are yet of a right comely countenance (and mine eyes do tell me aught without spectacles), and you can speak to the point upon occasion, as the present moment doth signify most auspiciously.