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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Titania.
Out of this wood do not desire to go:
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate:
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep:
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!
Enter Peaseblossom, Cobweb, Moth, and Mustardseed.
Peaseblossom.
Ready.
Cobweb.
Ready.And I.
Moth.
Ready. And I.And I.
Mustardseed.
Ready. And I. And I.And I.
All.
Ready. And I. And I. And I.Where shall we go?
