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: A MIDSUMMER NIGHTS DREAM.

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“Kill me,” said the clown, “the red humble-bee on the top of the
thistle yonder, and bring me the honey-bag. Where’s Mustardseed 2?”

“Ready,” said Mustardseed.

“Oh, I want nothing,” said the clown. “Only just help Cobweb
to scratch. I must go to the barber’s, for methinks I am marvellous
hairy about the face.”

“Would you like any thing to eat ?” said the fairy Queen.

“I should like some good dry oats,” said the clown—for his donkey’s
head made him desire donkey’s food —“ and some hay to follow.”

“Shall some of my fairies fetch you new nuts from the squirrel’s