TITANIA.
Be kind and courteous to this gentleman;
Hop in his walks, and gambol in his eyes,
Feed him with apricocks, and dewberries;
With purple grapes, green figs and mulberries;
The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees,
And, for night-tapers, crop their waxen thighs,
And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes,
To have my love to bed and to arise;
And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moon-beams from his sleeping eyes:
Come, wait upon him, lead him to my bower.
The moon, methinks, looks with a watery eye;
And when she weeps, weeps every little flower,
Lamenting some enforced chastity.
Tie up my love's tongue, bring him silently.
Come, sit down on this flowery bed,
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
And stick musk-roses in thy sleek smooth head,
And kiss thy fair large ears, my gentle joy.
Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms.
So doth the wood-bine, the sweet honey-suckle,
Gently intwist,—the femal ivy so
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm.
O how I love thee! how I dote on thee!
OBERON.
Even till the eastern gate, all fiery red,
Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams,
Turns into yellow gold his salt-green streams.
These things seem small and extinguishable,
Like far-off mountains turned into clouds.
.... I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.