At this the Swain whofe vent'rous Soul No Fears of Magick Art controul, Advanc'd in open fight; Nor have I Caufe of Dreed, he said, Who view by no Prefumption led < Your Revels of the Night. 'Twas Grief, for Scorn of faithful Love, Which made my Steps unweeting rove Amid the nightly Dew. 'Tis well, the Gallant crys again, We Faeries never injure Men Who dare to tell us true. Exalt thy Love-dejected Heart, Be mine the Task, or e'er we part, To To make thee Grief refign; Now take the Pleasure of thy Chaunce; Be little Mable thine. He fpoke, and all a fudden there The Monarch leads the Queen: The reft their Faerie Partners found, With Edwin of the Green. ...... The Dauncing paft, the Board was laid, '. And fiker fuch a Feaft was made As Heart and Lip defire; Withouten Hands the Difhes fly, The Glasses with a Wish come nigh, N And with a Wish retire. D 3 But But now to please the Faerie King, Full ev'ry deal they laugh and fing, And antick Feats devife; Some wind and tumble like an Ape, Till one at last that Robin hight, (Renown'd for pinching Maids by Night) Has hent him up aloof; And full against the Beam he flung, Where by the Back the Touth he hung From thence, "Reverse my Charm, he crys, "And let it fairely now fuffice "The 13 "The Gambol has been shown. But Oberon answers with a Smile, Content thee Edwin for a while, Here ended all the Phantome-play; They smelt the fresh Approach of Day, And heard a Cock to crow; The whirling Wind that bore the Crowd To warn them all to go. Then screaming all at once they fly, Poor Edwin falls to Floor; Forlorn his State, and dark the Place, Was never Wight in fike a Cafe Through all the Land before. But foon as Dan Apollo rofe, Full Jolly Creature home he goes, He feels his Back the lefs; His honeft Tongue and fteady Mind Which made him want Succefs. With lufty livelyhed he talks, He feems a dauncing as he walks, His Story foon took wind; And beautious Edith fees the Youth, Endow'd with Courage, Sense and Truth, The Story told, Sir Topaz mov'd, Τα |