SCENE III.
Enter Puck.
Puck.
5 note
&wlquo;Now the hungry lion roars,
&wlquo;And the wolf behowls the moon:
&wlquo;Whilst the heavy plowman snoars,
&wlquo;All with weary task fore-done.
&wlquo;Now the wasted brands do glow,
&wlquo;Whilst the scritch-owl, scritching loud,
&wlquo;Puts the wretch, that lies in woe,
&wlquo;In remembrance of a shroud.
&wlquo;Now it is the time of night,
&wlquo;That the graves, all gaping wide,
&wlquo;Every one lets forth his spright,
&wlquo;In the church-way paths to glide;
&wlquo;And we Fairies, that do run
&wlquo;By the triple Hecate's team,
&wlquo;From the presence of the sun,
&wlquo;Following darkness like a dream,&wrquo;
Now are frolick; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house:
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.
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Enter King and Queen of Fairies, with their train.
Ob.
Through this house give glimmering light,
By the dead and drowsie fire,
Every elf, and fairy sprite,
Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty after me
Sing, and dance it trippingly.
Queen.
First rehearse this song by roat,
To each word a warbling note.
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we sing and bless this place.
The SONG.
Now until the break of day,
Through this house each Fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be:
And the issue, there create,
Ever shall be fortunate;
So shall all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hair-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consecrate,
Every Fairy take his gate,
And each several chamber bless,
Through this palace, with sweet peace.
Ever shall it safely rest,
And the owner of it blest.
Trip away, make no stay;
Meet me all by break of day.
-- 171 --
Puck.
If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended;
That you have but slumbred here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theam
No more yielding but a dream,
Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And as I am honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long:
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends;
And Robin shall restore amends.
[Exeunt omnes.
