Day 7 of advent:
What angel wakes me from my flowery bed?…
…I pray thee, gentle mortal, sing again:
Mine ear is much enamour’d of thy note;
So is mine eye enthralled to thy shape;
And thy fair virtue’s force perforce doth move me
On the first view to say, to swear, I love thee…
…Thou art as wise as thou art beautiful….
…Out of this wood do not desire to go:
Thou shalt remain here, whether thou wilt or no.
I am a spirit of no common rate;
The summer still doth tend upon my state;
And I do love thee: therefore, go with me;
I’ll give thee fairies to attend on thee,
And they shall fetch thee jewels from the deep,
And sing while thou on pressed flowers dost sleep;
And I will purge thy mortal grossness so
That thou shalt like an airy spirit go.
Peaseblossom! Cobweb! Moth! and Mustardseed!
Titania, Queen of the Fairies, A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act 3, Scene 1
The photo shows Kathleen Michael as Titania surrounded by her fairies, in the 1949 production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream, directed by Michael Benthall in the Shakespeare Memorial Theatre. Photo by Angus McBean © RSC