Mustardseed. What's your will?
Bottom.
Nothing, good monsieur, but to
help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch. I must
to the barber's, monsieur, for methinks I
am marvellous hairy about the face; and I
am such a tender ass, if my hair do but
tickle me I must scratch.
Titania.
What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet