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And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep, 
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep : 
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so, 
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go. 
Peas-blossom ! Cobweb ! Moth ! and Mustard-seed ! 
. III. i. 161. 
Tita. 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 : 
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies. 
III. i. 167. 
He murder cries and help from Athens calls. 
Their sense thus weak, lost with their fears thus strong, 
Made senseless things begin to do them wrong; 
For briers and thorns at their apparel snatch. 
III. ii. 26. 
Obe. Flower of this purple dye, 
Hit with Cupid’s archery, 
Sink in apple of his eye. 
When his love he doth espy, 
Let her shine as gloriously 
As the Venus of the sky. 
When thou wak’st, if she be by, 
Beg of her for remedy. 
III. ii. 102. 
O, how ripe in show 
Thy lips, those kissing cherries, tempting grow. 
III. ii. 139. 
So we grew together, 
Like to a double cherry, seeming parted, 
But yet an union in partition ; 
Two lovely berries moulded on one stem. 
III. ii. 208. 
Lys. [To Hermia.'] Hang off, thou cat, thou burr! vile 
thing, let loose, 
Or I will shake thee from me like a serpent! 
III. ii. 260. 
