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Farewel, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone ;
Qur queen and all her elves come here anon.
Puck. The king doth keep his revels here to-
Take heed, the queen come not within his sight.
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she, as her attendant, hath
A lovely boy, stol’n from an Indian king;
She never had so sweet a changeling :
And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild :
But she, per-force, withhokls the loved boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her
joy: And now they never meet in grove, or green, By fountain clear, or spangled star-light sheen, But they do square; that all their elves, for fear, 30 Creep into acorn otips, and hide them there. Fai. Either I mistake your shape and making
quite, Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite, Call'd Robin-Goodfellow : Are you not he, That frights the maidens of the villag'ry ; Skim milk; and sometimes labour in the quern, And bootless make the breathless huswife churn; And sometime make the drink to bear no barı; Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm ? Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck, 40 You do their work, and they shall have good luck : Are not you he?
Puck. Thou speak'st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon, and make him smile, When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a silly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab; And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob, And on her wither?d dew-lap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And taylor cries, and falls into a cough : And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe, And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear Amerrier hour was never wasted there.But room, Faery, here comes Oberon. Fai. And here my mistress :-'Would that he were gone!
Enter OBERON, King of Fairies, at one Door with his
Train, and the Queen at another with hers.
06. Ill met by moon-light, proud Titania.
Queen. What, jealous Oberon ? Fairy, skip hence, I have forsworn his bed and company. 06. Tarry, rash wanton; Am not I thy lord ? Ciij
Queen. Then I must be thy lady: But I know
When thou hast stol'n away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sate all day,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
To amorous Phillida. . Why art thou here,
Come from the farthest steep of India ?.
But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,
Your buskin'd mistress, and your warrior love,
To Theseus must be wedded , and you come
To give their bed joy and prosperity.
06. How can'st thou thus, for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolita,
Knowing I know thy love to Theseus ?
Didst thou not lead him through the glimmering
From Periguné, whom he ravished ?
And make him with fair Ægle break hiş faith, 80
With Ariadne, and Antiopa ?
Queen. These are the forgeries of jealousy:
And never, since the middle summer's spring,
Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead,
By paved fountain, or by rushy brook,
Or on the beached margent of the sea,
To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind,
But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain,
As in l'evenge, have suck'd up from the sea
Contagious fogs; which falling in the land,
Have every pelting river made so proud,
That they have over-borne their continents,
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain,
The ploughman lost his sweat; and the green corn
Hath rotted, ere his youth attain'd a beard :
The fold stands empty in the drowned field,
And crows are fatted with the murrain flock:
The nine-mens' morris is fill'd up with mud;
And the quaint inazes in the wanton green,
For lack of tread, are undistinguishable.
The human mortals want their winter here,
No night is riow with hyma, or carol blest :
Therefore the moon, the governess of floods,
Pale in her anger, washes all the air,
That rheumatick diseases do abound :
And, thorough this distemperature, we see
The seasons alter : hoary-headed frosts
Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rosé;
And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown,
An odorous chaplet of sweet summer buds
Is, as in mockery, set : The spring, the summer,
The childing autumn, angry winter, change
Their wonted liveries; and the 'mazed world,
By their increase, now knows not which is which:
And this same progeny of evils, comes
From our debate, from our dissention ;
We are their parents and original.
06. Do you amend it then; it lies in you e
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my henchman.'
Queen. Set your heart at rest,
The fairy land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a votress of
order : And, in the spiced Indian air, by night, Full often hath she gossip'd by my side
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking the embarked traders on the flood;
When we have laugh'd to see the sails conceive, 130
And grow big-bellied, with the wanton wind :
Which she, with pretty and with swimming gate
(Following her womb then rich with my young
Would imitate ; and sail upon the land,
To fetch me trifles, and return again,
As from a voyage, rich with merchandize.
But she, being mortal, of that boy did die;
And, for her sake, I do rear up her boy;
And, for her sake, I will not part with him.
Ob. How long within this wood intend you stay ?
Queen. Perchance, till after Theseus' wedding-day, If
youl will patiently dance in our round, 142 And see our moon-light revels, go with us; If not, shun me, and I will spåre your haunts.
Ob. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee.
Queen. Not for thy fairy kingdom.--Fairies, away : We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay.
[Exeunt Queen and her Train. Ob. Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this
grove, 'Till I torment thee for this injury.