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At this the swain, whose venturous soul No fears of magic art control,
Advanced in open sight; “ Nor have I cause of dread,” he said, “ Who view by no presumption 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 cries again ; “ We fairies never injure men
Who dare to tell us true.
“ Exalt thy love-dejected heart, Be mine the task, or ere we part
To make thee grief resign; Nor take the pleasure of thy chaunce; Whilst I with Mab, my partner, daunce,
Be little Mable thine.”
He spoke, and all a sudden there
The monarch leads the queen :
With Edwin of the Green,
The dauncing past, the board was laid,
As heart and lip desire;
And with a wish retire.
But now to please the fairie king,
And antic feats devise;
In Edwin's wondering eyes.
Till one at last, that Robin hight,
Has hent him up aloof;
To spraul unneath the roof.
From thence, “ Reverse my charm !” he cries, “ And let it fairly now suffice
The gambol has been shown." But Oberon answers with a smile, “ Content thee, Edwin, for a while ;
The vantage is thine own.”
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 clapp'd the door, and whistled loud,
To warn them all to go.
Then screaming all at once they fly,
Poor Edwin falls to floor:
Through all the land before.
But soon as Dan Apollo rose,
He feels his back the less;
Which made him want success.
With lusty livelyhed he talks,
His story soon took wind;
Without a hunch behind.
The story told, Sir Topaz moved,
To see the level scene;
All on the gloomy plain.
As there he bides, it so befel,
A shaking seized the wall:
And music fills the hall.
But certes, solely sunk with woe,
His spirits in him dye:
Hangs flagging in the sky."
With that, Sir Topaz, hapless youth? In accents faltering, ay for ruth,
Intreats them pity graunt; " For als he been a mister Wight Betray'd by wandering in the night
To tread the circled haunt."
“Ah Losell vile!” at once they roar; “ And little skill'd of fairie lore,
Thy cause to come we know: Now has thy kestrell courage fell; And fairies, since a lye you tell,
Are free to work thee woe."
Then Will, who bears the wispy fire,
The captive upward flung;
Where whilome Edwin hung.
The revel now proceeds apace,
They sit, they drink, and eat ;
'Till all the rout retreat.
By this the stars began to wink,
And down ydrops the knight;
Beyond the length of night.