But now to please the fairie king, Full ev'ry deal they laugh and fing, And antic feats devise ; 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 youth he hung From thence," reverfe my charm, he crys, "And let it fairly now fuffice "The gambol has been shown." But Oberon anfwers with a fmile, Content thee Edwin for a while, The vantage is thine own. Here Here ended all the phantom-play; They smelt the fresh approach of day, And heard a cock to crow; The whirling wind that bore the crowd Has clap'd the door, and whistled loud, To warn them all to go. Then screaming all at once they fly, Poor Edwin falls to floor; Forlorn his ftate, and dark the place, Was never wight in such a case Thro' 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 steady mind Which made him want fuccefs. With lufty livelyhed he talks, He seems a dauncing as he walks, His story soon took wind; And beauteous Edith fees the youth, Endow'd with courage, fenfe, and truth, The story told, Sir Topas mov'd, To fee the revel scene: At close of eve he leaves his home, All on the gloomy plain. As there he bides, it fo befell, The wind came rustling down a dell, Up fprung the tapers as before, And mufic fills the hall. But But certes forely funk with woe Sir Topaz fees the Elphin fhow, His fpirits in him dy: When Oberon crys, a man is near, With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth! Intreats them pity graunt; For als he been a mifter wight "Ah Lofell vile, at once they roar ; "And little fkill'd of fairie lore, "Thy cause to come, we know: "Now has thy keftrell courage fell; "And fairies, fince a lye you tell ; "Are free to work thee woe." Then Then Will, who bears the wispy fire There like a tortoise in a fhop He dangled from the chamber-top, The revel now proceeds apace, They fit, they drink, and eat; The time with frolic mirth beguile, And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while 'Till all the rout retreat. By this the stars began to wink, They fhriek, they fly, the tapers fink, And down ydrops the knight. For never spell by fairie laid With ftrong enchantment bound a glade, Beyond the length of night. |