Chapter XVIII
THE LADY OF THE WHITE BUTTERFLIES
TITANIA: And pluck the wings from painted butterflies,
To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes:
Nod to him, elves, and do him courtesies.
PEASEBLOSSOM: Hail, mortal!
--Midsummer Night's Dream.
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