1 Your hands than mine are quicker for a fray.
2 I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas.
3 Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends.
4 I'll follow thee, and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.
5 Come, my queen, take hands with me, And rock the ground whereon these sleepers be.
6 Captain of our fairy band, Helena is here at hand, And the youth mistook by me, Pleading for a lover's fee.
7 That you should here repent you, The actors are at hand, and, by their show, You shall know all that you are like to know.
8 First rehearse your song by rote, To each word a warbling note; Hand in hand, with fairy grace, Will we sing, and bless this place.
9 You do impeach your modesty too much To leave the city and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not, To trust the opportunity of night.
10 The eye of man hath not heard, the ear of man hath not seen, man's hand is not able to taste, his tongue to conceive, nor his heart to report, what my dream was.
11 Monsieur Cobweb; good monsieur, get you your weapons in your hand and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag.
12 So shall all the couples three Ever true in loving be; And the blots of Nature's hand Shall not in their issue stand: Never mole, hare-lip, nor scar, Nor mark prodigious, such as are Despised in nativity, Shall upon their children be.