BOTTOM        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. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, Monsieur; and good Monsieur, have a care the honey-bag break not. I would be loath to have you overflown with a honey-bag, Signor.   (4.1.10-16)

The latest instalment in fairies-are-tiny, as Bottom asks Cobweb, Monsieur Cobweb, good Monsieur—addressing him with elaborate courtesy (especially funny if Cobweb is being played by a small child)—to get you your weapons in your hand (these arms are unspecified, although perhaps Cobweb has a net??—and kill me a red-hipped humble-bee on the top of a thistle, oh yes, a big fat bee, with furry trousers and scarlet saddle-bags. Just as he’s perching on the flower, BAM! And good Monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. (How big is Bottom? This would be the size of a lentil!) Mmmmmmm! HONEY! But do not fret yourself too much in the action, Monsieur, don’t go to too much trouble, mind; and good Monsieur—this is the crucial bit—have a care the honey-bag break not. Gently does it, don’t spill the honey! Because I’m looking forward to that sweet little morsel, and also because it would make a terrible mess, and you’d be all STICKY! I would be loath to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, Signor. Exit Cobweb, although not necessarily, looking suitably apprehensive. Over-flown with a honey-bag, what a way to go!