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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Re-enter Snout.
Snout.
O Bottom, thou art changed! what do I see on thee?
Bottom.
What do you see? you see an ass-head of your own, do you? [Exit Snout.
Re-enter Quince.
Quince.
Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou art translated. [Exit.
Bottom.
I see their knavery: this is to make an ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will not stir from this place, do what they can: I will walk up and down here, and I will sing, that they shall hear I am not afraid. [Sings.
The ousel cock so black of hue,
With orange-tawny bill,
The throstle with his note so true,
The wren with little quill,—
Titania.
(Awaking) What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?
