Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
Title: Search
Bot. Bot.
Bot. Not so neither: but if I had wit enough to get
Bot. out of this wood, I haue enough to serue mine owne
Bot. turne.
Tyta. Tyta.
Tyta. Out of this wood, do not desire to goe,
Tyta. Thou shalt remaine here, whether thou wilt or no.
Tyta. I am a spirit of no common rate:
Tyta. The Summer still doth tend vpon my state,
Tyta. And I doe loue thee; therefore goe with me,
Tyta. Ile giue thee Fairies to attend on thee;
Tyta. And they shall fetch thee Iewels from the deepe,
Tyta. And sing, while thou on pressed flowers dost sleepe:
Tyta. And I will purge thy mortall grossenesse so,
Tyta. That thou shalt like an airie spirit go.
Tyta. Enter Pease‑blossome, Cobweb, Moth, Mustard‑
Tyta. seede, and foure Fairies.
Fai. Fai.
Fai. Ready; and I, and I, and I, Where shall we go?
Fai. Tita. Be