Puck.
How now, spirit! whither wander you?

Fai.
  Over hill, over dale^{2 note}


,
    Thorough* ^note bush, thorough* ^note briar,
  Over park, over pale,
    Thorough flood, thorough fire,
  I do wander every where,
  Swifter than the moones sphere^{3 note}

  And I serve the fairy queen,
  To dew her orbs upon the green^{4 note}

  Those be rubies, fairy favours,
  In those freckles live their savours:
I must go seek some dew-drops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear^{7 note}


.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits^{8 note}

Puck.
The king doth keep his revels here tonight;
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^{9 note}

Creep into acorn cups, 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 Good-fellow^{4 note}

And sometime make the drink to bear no barm^{7 note}
;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?

Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work^{8 note}

Are not you he?

Puck.
Thou speak'st aright^{9 note}

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 filly foal:
And sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl,
In very likeness of a roasted crab^{1 note}

And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob,
And on her wither'd dew-lap pour the ale.
The wisest aunt^{2 note}

A merrier hour was never wasted there.—
But room, Faery^{6 note}, here comes Oberon.

Fai.
And here my mistress:—'Would that he were gone!

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