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94 What's your will ?

Nothing, good mounsieur, but to help Cavalery Cobweb to scratch, I must to the barber’s, mounsieur; for methinks I am marvellous hairy about the face; and I am such a tender ass, if my hair do but tickle me, I must scratch,

What, wilt thou hear some music, my sweet love?

I have a reasonable good ear in music. Let’s have the tongs and the bones.

Or say, sweet love, what thou desirest to eat.

Truly, a peck of provender: I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks I have a great desire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay, hath no fellow.

I have a venturous fairy that shall seek

The squirrel’s hoard, and fetch thee new nuts,