Flu. O!—As true as truest horse, that yet would never tire.108
[Enter Puck, and Bottom with an ass's head.]
Bot. If I were fair, Thisby, I were only thine.
Quin. O monstrous! O strange! we are haunted.
Pray, masters! fly, masters!—Help!
Puck. I'll follow you, I'll lead you about a round,112
Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier:
Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound,
A hog, a headless bear, sometime a fire;
And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn,116
Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Bot. Why do they run away? this is a knavery
of them to make me afeard.
Enter Snout.
Snout. O Bottom, thou art changed! what do
I see on thee?121
Bot. What do you see? you see an ass-head
of your own, do you?[Exit Snout.]
Enter Peter Quince.
Quin. Bless thee, Bottom! bless thee! thou
art translated.Exit.
Bot. I see their knavery: this is to make an
ass of me; to fright me, if they could. But I will127
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.
115 fire: will o' the wisp
122, 123 you . . . own; cf. n.
