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A MIDSUMMER-NIGHT’S DREAM
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Peaseblossom.
Hail, mortal!
Cobweb.
Hail!
Moth.
Hail!
Mustardseed.
Hail!
Bottom.
I cry your worships mercy, heartily: I beseech your worship’s name.
Cobweb.
Cobweb.
Bottom.
I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb: if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you. Your name, honest gentleman?
Peaseblossom.
Peaseblossom.
Bottom.
I pray you, commend me to Mistress Squash, your mother, and to Master Peascod, your father. Good Master Peaseblossom, I shall desire you of more acquaintance too. Your name, I beseech you, sir?
