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Enter Queene of Fairies, and Clowne, and Fairies, and the King behinde them.
Tita. Come, sit thee downe vpon this flowry bed, While I thy amiable cheekes doe coy, And sticke muske roses in thy sleeke smoothe head, And kisse thy faire large eares, my gentle ioy
Clow. Where's Peaseblossome? Peas. Ready
Clow. Scratch my head, Pease-blossome. Wher's Mounsieuer Cobweb
Clowne. Mounsieur Cobweb, good Mounsier get your weapons in your hand, & kill me a red hipt