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Where's Peaseblossom?

Ready.

Scratch my head, Peaseblossom. Where’s Mounsieur Cobweb?

Ready.

Mounsieur Cobweb, good mounsieur, get you your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good mounsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, mounsieur; and, good mounsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not; I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, signior. Where’s Mounsieur Mustardseed?

Ready.

Give me your neaf, Mounsieur Mustardseed. Pray you, leave your courtesy, good mounsieur,