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Fairy Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere, Swifter than the moon's sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be: In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dewdrops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear.

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One is a female fairy; the other is a puck, a mischievous spirit, named Robin Goodfellow]. How now, spirit? Whither wander you? Over hill, over dale. Thorough bush, thorough brier. Over park, over pale. Thorough flood, thorough fire.

I do wander everywhere. Swifter than the moon's sphere.

And I serve the Fairy Queen. To dew her orbs upon the green. The cowslips tall her pensioners be.

In their gold coats spots you see:. Those be rubies, fairy favors. In those freckles live their savors. I must go seek some dewdrops here. And hang a pearl in every cowslip's ear. Farewell, thou lob of spirits; I'll be gone. Our Queen and all her elves come here anon. The King doth keep his revels here tonight.

A midsummer night’s dream

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 stolen from an Indian king. She never had so sweet a changeling. And jealous Oberon would have the. Knight of his trainto trace the forests wild.

Crowns him with flowers and makes him all her joy. And now they never meet in grove or green .

By fountain clear, or spangled starlight sheen. But they do squarethat all their elves for fear. Creep into acorn cups and hide them there.

Either I mistake your shape and making quite. Or else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite.

Called Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he. Skim milkand sometimes labor in the quern. And bootless make the breathless housewife churn. And sometime make the drink to bear no barm .

A midsummer night's dream

Mislead night wanderers, laughing at their harm? You do their work, and they shall have good luck.

Are not you he? Thou speak'st aright. 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. And when she drinks, against her lips I bob.

And on her withered dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt telling the saddest tale. Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me. Then slip I from her bum.

Down topples she. And then the whole choir hold their hips and laugh. And waxen in their mirth, and neezeand swear. A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, roomfairy. Here comes Oberon. And here my mistress. Would that he were gone. Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.

What, jealous Oberon? Fairies, skip hence. I have forsworn his bed and company. Tarry, rash wanton.

Am not I thy lord? Then I must be thy lady. But I know. And in the shape of Corin sat all day. Playing on pipes of corn and versing love.

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To amorous Phillida. Why art thou here. Come from the farthest step of India. But that, forsooththe bouncing Amazon.

Your buskined mistress and your warrior love. To Theseus must be wedded, and you come. To give their bed joy and prosperity? How canst thou thus for shameTitania.