O Bottom, thou art changed! What do I see on thee?
What do you see? You see an ass-head of your own, do you?
Bless thee, Bottom, bless thee! Thu art translated!
I see their knavery. This is to make an ass of me, to fright me, if they could. But I will 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.
The ozol cock, so black of hue, With orange-tawny bill, The throstel with his note so me true, Thewhen with little quill-
What angle wakes me from my flow'ry bed?
The finch, the sparrow, and the lark, The plainsong cuckoo gray, Whose note full man doth mark And dares not answer "nay"--