[176] Mus. Mustardseed.
[177] Bot. Good Master Mustardseed, I know your patience well: that same cowardly, giant-like ox-beef hath devoured many a gentleman of your house: I promise you [180] your kindred hath made my eyes water ere now. I desire [181] your more acquaintance, good Master Mustardseed.
Tita. Come, wait upon him; lead him to my bower.
The moon methinks looks with a watery eye;
[184] And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
185 Lamenting some enforced chastity.
[186] Tie up my love’s tongue, bring him silently. [Exeunt.
Scene II. Another part of the wood. [000]
MSND III. 2 Enter Oberon.
Obe. I wonder if Titania be awaked;