“I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again. Mine ear is much enamour'd of thy note. So is mine eye enthrallèd to thy shape; And thy fair virtue's force perforce doth move me, On the first view, to say, to swear, I love thee.
BOTTOM. Methinks, mistress, you should have little reason for that. And yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together nowadays. The more the pity that some honest neighbours will not make them friends.
Nay, I can gleek upon occasion.
TITANIA. Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful.
BOTTOM. Not so, neither; but if I had wit enough to get out of this wood, I have enough to serve mine own turn.