[025] Tita. What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love?
[026] Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let’s [027] have the tongs and the bones.
Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat.
Bot. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your 030 good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.
[032] Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek
[033] The squirrel’s hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. 035 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.
[038] Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. [Exeunt Fairies.
[039] So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle