Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Clowne. Truly a pecke of Prouender; I could munch
Clowne. your good dry Oates. Me‑thinkes I haue a great desire
Clowne. to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweete hay hath no fel
Clowne. low.
Tita. Tita.
Tita. I haue a venturous Fairy,
Tita. That shall seeke the Squirrels hoard,
Tita. And fetch thee new Nuts.
Clown. Clown.
Clown. I had rather haue a handfull or two of dried
Clown. pease. But I pray you let none of your people stirre me, I
Clown. haue an exposition of sleepe come vpon me.
Tyta. Tyta.
Tyta. Sleepe thou, and I will winde thee in my arms,
Tyta. Fairies be gone, and be alwaies away.
Tyta. So doth the woodbine, the sweet Honisuckle,
Tyta. Gently entwist; the female Iuy so
Tyta. Enrings the barky fingers of the Elme.
Tyta. O how I loue thee! how I dote on thee!
Tyta. Enter Robin goodfellow and Oberon.