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Lys. Get you gone, you dwarf ; 
You minimus, of hindering knot-grass made ; 
You bead, you acorn ! III. ii. 328. 
Then crush this herb into Lysander’s eye; 
Whose liquor hath this virtuous property, 
To take from thence all error with his might, 
And make his eye-balls roll with wonted sight. 
When they next wake, all this derision 
Shall seem a dream and fruitless vision ; 
And back to Athens shall the lovers wend, 
With league whose date till death shall never end. 
III. ii. 366. 
Her. Never so weary, never so in woe, 
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briers; 
I can no farther crawl, no farther go ; 
My legs can keep no pace with my desires. 
Here will I rest me till the break of day. 
III. ii. 442. 
Tita. Come, sit thee down upon 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. 
Bot. Where’s Peas-blossom ? 
Peas. Ready. 
Bot. Scratch my head, Peas-blossom. IV. i. 1. 
Tita. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir’st to eat. 
Bot. Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good 
dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay : 
good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow. 
Tita. I have a venturous fairy that shall seek 
The squirrel’s hoard, and fetch thee new nuts. 
Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. 
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. 
Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away. 
[Exeunt Fairies .] 
So doth the woodbine the sweet honeysuckle 
Gently entwist: the female ivy so 
Enrings the barky fingers of the elm. 
O, how I love thee, how I dote on thee ! [ They sleep. 
[Enter Puck. ] 
Obe. [.Advancing .] Welcome, good Robin. Seest thou this 
sweet sight ? 
