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Those be rubies, Fairy-favours :
In those freckles live their favours :
I must go seek fome dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.
Farewel, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone,
Our Queen and all her elves come here anon,

Puck. The King doth keep his revels here to night,
Take heed, the Queen come not within his fight.
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath,
Because that she, as her attendant, hath
A lovely boy, stoll'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 The per-force with-holds the loved boy,
Crowns him with flow'rs, 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
Creep into acorn cups, and hide them there.

Fai. Or I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd, and knavish sprite,
Call'd Robin-good fellow. Are you not he,
That fright the maidens of the villageree,
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the quern,
And bootless make the breathless huswife chern :
And sometime make the drink to bcar no barm,
Mis-lead night-wand'rers, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck.
Are not you he?

Puck. Thou speak'st aright;
I am that merry wand'rer 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 filly-foal;
And sometimes lurk I in a goslip's bowl,
* i. c. quarrel or jar.

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In very likeness of a roasted crab,
And when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
And on her wither'd dewlap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then flip I from her bum, down topples she,
And rails or 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,
A merrier hour was never wasted there.
But make room, Fairy, here comes Oberon.
Fai. And here my mistress: would, that he were

gone!

S CE N E II.

Enter Oberon King of Fairies at one door with his train,

and the Queen at another with hers. Ob.

ILL
LL met at moon-light, proud Titania.
Queen. What, jealous Oberon? Faires, skip

hence.
I have forsworn his bed and company.

Ob. Tarry, rash Wanton; am not I thy lord ?

Queen. Then I must be thy lady; but I know,
When thou hast stoll'n away from fairy land,
And in the shape of Corin sate all day,
Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love
To am'rous 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.

Ob. How can'ft thou thus for shame, Titania,
Glance at my credit with Hippolita ;
Knowing, I know thy love to Theseus ?

*Didst thou not lead him glimmering, through the From Periguné, whom he ravish'd ;

(night And make him with fair Ægle break his faith, With Ariadne, and Antiopa?

Queen. These are the forgeries of jealousy: And never since that middle summer's spring Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by bushy brook, Or on the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou haft disturb'd our sport, Therefore the winds, piping to us in vain, As in revenge, 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 its youth attain'd a beard. The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrain flock; The nine-men's morris is fill'd with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable. The human mortals want their winter heried, No night is now with hymn or carol bleft; Therefore the moon, the governess of floods, Pale in her anger, washes all the air; That rheumatic diseases do abound. And thorough this distemperature, we see The seasons alter ; hoary-headed frosts Fall in the fresh lap of the crimson rose; And on old Hyems' chin, and icy crown, An od'rous chaplet of sweet summer-buds Is, as in mockery, set. The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change

* DidA thou not lead him glimmering through the night The Meaning is she conduđed him in the Appearance of fire through the dark Night.

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Their wonted liveries; and th' amazed world,
By their inchase, now knows not which is which;
And this same progeny of evil comes
From our debate, from our dissension;
We are their parents and original.

Ob. Do you amend it then, it lies in you.
Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
I do but beg a little changeling boy,
To be my * henchman.

Queen. Set your heart at reft,
The fairy-land buys not the child of me.
His mother was a votress of my order,
And, in the spiced Indian air by night,
Full often she hath goffipt by my side ;
And sat with me on Neptune's yellow sands,
Marking th' embarked traders on the flood,
When we have laught to see the sails conceive,

And grow big-bellied with the wanton wind:
* Which she, with pretty and with swimming gate
Follying (her womb then rich with my young squire)
Would imitate; and fail 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 fake, I will not part with him.

06. How long within this wood intend you stay?
* Or Usher.

Mr. Pope. + Which she with pretty and with swimming gate Following (her womb then rich with my young Squire)

Would imitate- ] Some of the ancient Editions read as above. But following what? she did not follow the Ship, whose Motion she imitated : For that failed on the Water, she on the Land. If by following we are to understand imitating, it will be a mere Pleonasm imitating would imitate. From the Poet's Description of the Adions it plainly appears we should read

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Would imitate. ie. wantoning in Sport and Gaiety,

Queen.

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Queen. Perchance, 'till after Theseus' wedding-day. If you will patiently dance in our round, And see our moon-light revels, go with us; If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.

Ob. Give me that boy, and I will go with thee. Queen. Not for thy fairy kingdom. Elves, away: We shall chide down-right, if I longer stay.

Excunt Queen and her train. Ob. Well, go thy way; thou shalt not from this

grove,
'1!1 I torment thee for this injury.
My gentle Puck, come hither; thou remember'lt
Since once I sat upon a promontory,
And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back,
Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath,
That the rude sea grew civil at her fong;
And certain stars shot madly from their spheres,
To hear the sea-maid's music.

Puck. I remember.
06. That

very

time I saw, but thou cou'dft not, Flying between the cold moon and the earth, Cupid alarm'd: a certain aim he took At a fair * Veftal, throned by the west, And loos'd his love-lhaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts; But I might see young Cupid's fiery shaft Quench'd in the chaste beams of the wat’ry moon, And the Imperial Votress passed on, In maiden meditation, fancy-free. Yet mark'd I where the bolt of Cupid fell, It fell upon a little western flower; Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound; And maidens call it Love in idleness. Fetch me that flow'r; the herb I shew'd thee once; The juice of it, on fleeping eye-lids laid, Will make or man, or woman, madly doat Upon the next live creature that it sées. * A Compliment to Queen Elizabeth.

Mr. Pope.

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