Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Bot. Bot.
Bot. Good master Mustard seede, I know your pati
Bot. ence well: that same cowardly gyant‑like Oxe beefe
Bot. hath deuoured many a gentleman of your house. I pro
Bot. mise you, your kindred hath made my eyes water ere
Bot. now. I desire you more acquaintance, good Master
Bot. Mustard‑seede.
Tita. Tita.
Tita. Come waite vpon him, lead him to my bower.
Tita. The Moone me‑thinks, lookes with a watrie eie,
Tita. And when she weepes, weepe euerie little flower,
Tita. Lamenting some enforced chastitie.
Tita. Tye vp my louers tongue, bring him silently.
Tita. Exit.
Tita. [Act 3, Scene 2]
Tita. Enter King of Pharies, solus.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. I wonder if Titania be awak't;
Ob. Then what it was that next came in her eye,
Ob. Which she must dote on, in extremitie.