Dry oats, good hay, nuts and peas

Midsummer Night’s Dream, [4.1.30-38]. Bot. “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.” Tit. “I have a venturous fairy that shall seek/ the squirrel’s hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.” Bot. “I had rather have a handful or two of dried peas. But, I pray you, let none of your people stir me. I have an exposition of sleep come upon me.”

a ‘bottle’ is a bundle.


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