BOTTOM: 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 that I am not afraid.
The woosell cock, so black of hue,
With orange tawny bill,
The throstle, with his note so true,
The Wren with little quill.TITANIA: What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?