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. But room, fairy, here comes Oberon.
And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!
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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 When thou hast stolen away from fairy land, And in the shape of Corin sat all day, Playing on pipes of corn, and versing love To amorous Phillida.
Didst not thou lead him through the glimmering night From Perigouna, whom he ravished? And make him with fair Aegles break his faith, With Ariadne and Antiopa? These are the forgeries of jealousy; And never, since the middle summer's spring, Met we on hill, in dale, forest, or mead, By paved fountain, or by rushy brook, Or in the beached margent of the sea, To dance our ringlets to the whistling wind, But with thy brawls thou hast disturb'd our sport.
The ox hath therefore stretch'd his yoke in vain, The ploughman lost his sweat, and the green corn Hath rotted ere his youth attain'd a beard; The fold stands empty in the drowned field, And crows are fatted with the murrion flock; The nine men's morris is fill'd up with mud, And the quaint mazes in the wanton green, For lack of tread, are undistinguishable.
The spring, the summer, The childing autumn, angry winter, change Their wonted liveries; and the mazed world, By their increase, now knows not which is which. And this same progeny of evils comes From our debate, from our dissension; We are their parents and original. Do you amend it, then; it lies in you. Why should Titania cross her Oberon?
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Set your heart at rest; The fairy land buys not the child of me. But she, being mortal, of that boy did die; And for her sake do I rear up her boy; And for her sake I will not part with him. How long within this wood intend you stay? Perchance till after Theseus' wedding-day.
Give me that boy and I will go with thee. Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away! We shall chide downright if I longer stay. Well, go thy way; thou shalt not from this grove Till I torment thee for this injury. My gentle Puck, come hither.
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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 showed thee once. Fetch me this herb, and be thou here again Ere the leviathan can swim a league. I'll put a girdle round about the earth In forty minutes. And ere I take this charm from off her sight, As I can take it with another herb, I'll make her render up her page to me. But who comes here? I am invisible; And I will overhear their conference.
I love thee not, therefore pursue me not.
Where is Lysander and fair Hermia? The one I'll slay, the other slayeth me. Hence, get thee gone, and follow me no more. You draw me, you hard-hearted adamant; But yet you draw not iron, for my heart Is true as steel. Leave you your power to draw, And I shall have no power to follow you. Do I entice you? Do I speak you fair? And even for that do I love you the more. I am your spaniel; and, Demetrius, The more you beat me, I will fawn on you.
Use me but as your spaniel, spurn me, strike me, Neglect me, lose me; only give me leave, Unworthy as I am, to follow you. What worser place can I beg in your love, And yet a place of high respect with me, Than to be used as you use your dog? Tempt not too much the hatred of my spirit; For I am sick when I do look on thee. And I am sick when I look not on you. You do impeach your modesty too much To leave the city and commit yourself Into the hands of one that loves you not; To trust the opportunity of night, And the ill counsel of a desert place, With the rich worth of your virginity.
Then how can it be said I am alone When all the world is here to look on me? I'll run from thee and hide me in the brakes, And leave thee to the mercy of wild beasts. The wildest hath not such a heart as you. I will not stay thy questions; let me go; Or, if thou follow me, do not believe But I shall do thee mischief in the wood. Ay, in the temple, in the town, the field, You do me mischief.
Fie, Demetrius! Your wrongs do set a scandal on my sex. I'll follow thee, and make a Heaven of Hell, To die upon the hand I love so well. Fare thee well, nymph; ere he do leave this grove, Thou shalt fly him, and he shall seek thy love. Welcome, wanderer. Ay, there it is. I pray thee give it me. Thou shalt know the man By the Athenian garments he hath on.
Effect it with some care, that he may prove More fond on her than she upon her love. And look thou meet me ere the first cock crow. Fear not, my lord; your servant shall do so. Stage Direction. Puck , "a goblin, mischievous sprite Of Celtic origin. Skeat, Ety. How now Thorough , the lengthened form of 'through,' for the metre's sake. In or on each of the seven lower spheres was a planet fixed, and this was whirled by that sphere right round the earth in twenty-four hours, the driving power being the Primum Mobile. Reference to these spheres is frequent in Shakespeare.
Of old supposed to be caused by the nightly dances of the fairies, but now said to result from the outspreading propagation of a particular mushroom, the fairy-ringed fungus, by which the ground is manured for a richer following vegetation. They were some of the handsomest and tallest young men, of the best families and fortunes, that could be found": cowslips are mentioned, Temp.
Because that , for the conjunctional affix, see Abb. Spenser, F. And her base elfin brood there for thee left. Such men do changelings call, so chaunged by Faeries theft. Knight of his train , as leader of his retinue of attendants: trace , wander about in; cp. Either , like 'whether,' 'further,' 'neither,' etc. Robin Goodfellow , under this euphemistic title Puck is identified with a domestic spirit who at one time would help the servants of the house in their work, and at another would play mischievous tricks. See Introduction, and cp. Skim , properly speaking we should have 'skims,' 'labours,' 'makes' as well as frights ; but Shakespeare seems to have begun the construction grammatically and then to have changed it as though he had written 'is it not you' instead of are not you he : skim milk , skim the cream from the milk and drink it up [ Shakespeare invented the term.
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Wright understands the fairy to be enumerating all Robin Goodfellow's pranks, good and bad, and quotes Percy's Reliques of Ancient English Poetry , in which he is made to say of himself when in good humour, "I grind at mill Their malt up still. And sometime Those that Milton, L'Allegro , Thou speak'st aright , for examples of lines with four accents only, where there is an interruption in the line, see Abb. Collier and Dyce insert 'Fairy' before Thou , and in rhyming lines the omission of a word of two accents is less likely than in blank verse. Johnson remarks, "It seems that in the fairy mythology.
Puck, or Hobgoblin, was the trusty servant of Oberon, and always employed to watch or detect the intrigues of Queen Mab, called by Shakespeare, Titania.
For in Drayton's Nymphidia , the same fairies are engaged in the same business. I jest to Oberon , I act as jester to Oberon, make jokes to amuse him, like the Court jesters. Past and Present , p. In very Grant White says that in New England villages good-natured old people are still called 'aunt' and 'uncle' by the whole community: saddest tale , most doleful tales of ghosts or bygone calamities, such as gossips round a fire were fond of. Sometime , see note on 1. And 'tailor' cries. Johnson says, "The custom of crying tailor at a sudden fall backwards, I think I remember to have observed.
He that slips beside his chair, falls as a tailor squats upon his board. More probably it would be used in an angry tone to the person who had been clumsy enough to upset her, as we still say 'a regular tailor' of a bungling fellow; and 'cobbler' and 'botcher of a clumsy workman: falls into a cough , is seized with a fit of coughing. Milton, L'Allegro 1. For old forms of the third person plural, indicative mood, see Abb. Oberon , "the 'dwarfe king of fayryes' is introduced into the popular romance of Huon de Bordeaux , translated by Lord Bemers, probably earlier than The older part of Huon de Bordeaux , Mr.
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