Nimphidia - The Covrt Of Fayrie Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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Olde CHAVCER doth of Topas tell	A
Mad RABLAIS of Pantagruell	A
A latter third of Dowsabell	A
With such poore trifles playing	B
Others the like haue laboured at	C
Some of this thing and some of that	C
And many of they know not what	D
But that they must be saying	B
	-
Another sort there bee that will	A
Be talking of the Fayries still	A
Nor neuer can they have their fill	A
As they were wedded to them	E
No Tales of them their thirst can slake	B
So much delight therein they take	B
And some strange thing they fame would make	B
Knew they the way to doe them	E
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Then since no Muse hath bin so bold	F
Or of the Later or the ould	F
Those Eluish secrets to vnfold	F
Which lye from others reading	B
My actiue Muse to light shall bring	B
The court of that proud Fayry King	B
And tell there of the Reuelling	B
Ioue prosper my proceeding	B
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And thou NIMPHIDIA gentle Fay	G
Which meeting me vpon the way	G
These secrets didst to me bewray	H
Which now I am in telling	B
My pretty light fantastick mayde	F
I here inuoke thee to my ayde	F
That I may speake what thou hast sayd	F
In numbers smoothly swelling	B
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This Pallace standeth in the Ayre	H
By Nigromancie placed there	H
That it no Tempests needs to feare	H
Which way so ere it blow it	F
And somewhat Southward tow'rd the Noone	I
Whence lyes a way vp to the Moone	I
And thence the Fayrie can as soone	I
Passe to the earth below it	F
	-
The Walls of Spiders legs are made	F
Well mortized and finely layd	F
He was the master of his Trade	F
It curiously that builded	F
The Windowes of the eyes of Cats	J
And for the Roofe instead of Slats	J
Is couer'd with the skinns of Batts	J
With Mooneshine that are guilded	F
	-
Hence Oberon him sport to make	B
Their rest when weary mortalls take	B
And none but onely Fayries wake	B
Desendeth for his pleasure	H
And Mab his meerry Queene by night	F
Bestrids young Folks that lye vpright	F
In elder Times the Mare that hight	F
Which plagues them out of measure	H
	-
Hence Shaddowes seeming Idle shapes	K
Of little frisking Elues and Apes	K
To Earth doe make their wanton skapes	K
As hope of pastime hasts them	E
Which maydes think on the Hearth they see	K
When Fyers well nere consumed be	K
Their daunsing Hayes by two and three	K
Iust as their Fancy casts them	E
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These make our Girles their sluttery rue	H
By pinching them both blacke and blew	H
And put a penny in their shue	H
The house for cleanely sweeping	B
And in their courses make that Round	F
In Meadowes and in Marshes found	F
Of them so call'd the Fayrie ground	F
Of which they haue the keeping	B
	-
Thus when a Childe haps to be gott	F
Which after prooues an Ideott	F
When Folke perceiue it thriueth not	F
The fault therein to smother	H
Some silly doting brainlesse Calfe	G
That vnderstands things by the halfe	G
Say that the Fayrie left this Aulfe	G
And tooke away the other	H
	-
But listen and I shall you tell	A
A chance in Fayrie that befell	A
Which certainly may please some well	A
In Loue and Armes delighting	B
Of Oberon that Iealous grewe	H
Of one of his owne Fayrie crue	H
Too well he fear'd his Queene that knew	H
His loue but ill requiting	B
	-
Pigwiggen was this Fayrie knight	F
One wondrous gratious in the sight	F
Of faire Queene Mab which day and night	F
He amorously obserued	F
Which made king Oberon suspect	F
His Seruice tooke too good effect	F
His saucinesse and often checkt	F
And could have wisht him starued	F
	-
Pigwiggen gladly would commend	F
Some token to queene Mab to send	F
If Sea or Land him ought could lend	F
Were worthy of her wearing	B
At length this Louer doth deuise	K
A Bracelett made of Emmotts eyes	K
A thing he thought that shee would prize	K
No whitt her state impayring	B
	-
And to the Queene a Letter writes	K
Which he most curiously endites	K
Coniuring her by all the rites	K
Of loue she would be pleased	F
To meete him her true Seruant where	H
They might without suspect or feare	H
Themselues to one another cleare	H
And haue their poore hearts eased	F
	-
At mid night the appointed hower	H
And for the Queene a fitting bower	H
Quoth he is that faire Cowslip flower	H
On Hipcut hill that groweth	L
In all your Trayne there's not a Fay	G
That euer went to gather May	G
But she hath made it in her way	G
The tallest there that groweth	L
	-
When by Tom Thum a Fayrie Page	M
He sent it and doth him engage	M
By promise of a mighty wage	M
It secretly to carrie	H
Which done the Queene her maydes doth call	A
And bids them to be ready all	A
She would goe see her Summer Hall	A
She could no longer tarrie	H
	-
Her Chariot ready straight is made	F
Each thing therein is fitting layde	F
That she by nothing might be stayde	F
For naught must be her letting	B
Foure nimble Gnats the Horses were	H
Their Harnasses of Gossamere	H
Flye Cranion her Chariottere	H
Vpon the Coach box getting	B
	-
Her Chariot of a Snayles fine shell	A
Which for the colours did excell	A
The faire Queene Mab becomming well	A
So liuely was the limming	B
The seate the soft wooll of the Bee	H
The couer gallantly to see	H
The wing of a pyde Butterflee	A
I trowe t'was simple trimming	B
	-
The wheeles compos'd of Crickets bones	K
And daintily made for the nonce	K
For feare of ratling on the stones	K
With Thistle downe they shod it	F
For all her Maydens much did feare	H
If Oberon had chanc'd to heare	H
That Mab his Queene should haue bin there	H
He would not haue aboad it	F
	-
She mounts her Chariot with a trice	K
Nor would she stay for no advice	K
Vntill her Maydes that were so nice	K
To wayte on her were fitted	F
But ranne her selfe away alone	I
Which when they heard there was not one	I
But hasted after to be gone	I
As she had beene diswitted	F
	-
Hop and Mop and Drop so cleare	H
Pip and Trip and Skip that were	H
To Mab their Soueraigne euer deare	H
Her speciall Maydes of Honour	H
Fib and Tib and Pinck and Pin	I
Tick and Quick and Iill and Iin	I
Tit and Nit and Wap and Win	I
The Trayne that wayte vpon her	H
	-
Vpon a Grashopper they got	F
And what with Amble and with Trot	F
For hedge nor ditch they spared not	F
But after her they hie them	E
A Cobweb ouer them they throw	H
To shield the winde if it should blowe	H
Themselues they wisely could bestowe	H
Lest any should espie them	E
	-
But let vs leaue Queene Mab a while	A
Through many a gate o'r many a stile	A
That now had gotten by this wile	A
Her deare Pigwiggin kissing	B
And tell how Oberon doth fare	H
Who grew as mad as any Hare	H
When he had sought each place with care	H
And found his Queene was missing	B
	-
By grisly Pluto he doth sweare	H
He rent his cloths and tore his haire	H
And as he runneth here and there	H
An Acorne cup he greeteth	L
Which soone he taketh by the stalke	B
About his head he lets it walke	B
Nor doth he any creature balke	B
But lays on all he meeteth	L
	-
The Thuskan Poet doth aduance	K
The franticke Paladine of France	K
And those more ancient doe inhaunce	K
Alcides in his fury	H
And others Aiax Telamon	I
But to this time there hath bin non	I
So Bedlam as our Oberon	I
Of which I dare assure you	H
	-
And first encountring with a waspe	N
He in his armes the Fly doth claspe	N
As though his breath he forth would graspe	N
Him for Pigwiggen taking	B
Where is my wife thou Rogue quoth he	H
Pigwiggen she is come to thee	H
Restore her or thou dy'st by me	H
Whereat the poore waspe quaking	B
	-
Cryes Oberon great Fayrie King	B
Content thee I am no such thing	B
I am a Waspe behold my sting	B
At which the Fayrie started	F
When soone away the Waspe doth goe	B
Poore wretch was neuer frighted so	B
He thought his wings were much to slow	B
O'rioyd they so were parted	F
	-
He next vpon a Glow worme light	F
You must suppose it now was night	F
Which for her hinder part was bright	F
He tooke to be a Deuill	B
And furiously doth her assaile	B
For carrying fier in her taile	B
He thrasht her rough coat with his flayle	B
The mad King fear'd no euill	B
	-
O quoth the Gloworme hold thy hand	F
Thou puisant King of Fayrie land	F
Thy mighty stroaks who may withstand	F
Hould or of life despaire I	O
Together then her selfe doth roule	B
And tumbling downe into a hole	B
She seem'd as black as any Cole	B
Which vext away the Fayrie	H
	-
From thence he ran into a Hiue	H
Amongst the Bees he letteth driue	H
And downe their Coombes begins to riue	H
All likely to haue spoyled	F
Which with their Waxe his face besmeard	F
And with their Honey daub'd his Beard	F
It would haue made a man afeard	F
To see how he was moyled	F
	-
A new Aduenture him betides	B
He mett an Ant which he bestrides	B
And post thereon away he rides	B
Which with his haste doth stumble	B
And came full ouer on her snowte	F
Her heels so threw the dirt about	F
For she by no meanes could get out	F
But ouer him doth tumble	B
	-
And being in this piteous case	B
And all be slurried head and face	B
On runs he in this Wild goose chase	B
As here and there he rambles	B
Halfe blinde against a molehill hit	F
And for a Mountaine taking it	F
For all he was out of his wit	F
Yet to the top he scrambles	B
	-
And being gotten to the top	N
Yet there himselfe he could not stop	N
But downe on th' other side doth chop	N
And to the foot came rumbling	B
So that the Grubs therein that bred	F
Hearing such turmoyle ouer head	F
Thought surely they had all bin dead	F
So fearefull was the Iumbling	B
	-
And falling downe into a Lake	B
Which him vp to the neck doth take	B
His fury somewhat it doth slake	B
He calleth for a Ferry	H
Where you may some recouery note	F
What was his Club he made his Boate	F
And in his Oaken Cup doth float	F
As safe as in a Wherry	H
	-
Men talke of the Aduentures strange	P
Of Don Quishott and of their change	P
Through which he Armed oft did range	P
Of Sancha Panchas trauell	B
But should a man tell euery thing	B
Done by this franticke Fayrie king	B
And them in lofty numbers sing	B
It well his wits might grauell	B
	-
Scarse set on shore but therewithall	B
He meeteth Pucke which most men call	B
Hobgoblin and on him doth fall	B
With words from frenzy spoken	I
Hoh hoh quoth Hob God saue thy grace	B
Who drest thee in this pitteous case	B
He thus that spoild my soueraignes face	B
I would his necke were broken	I
	-
This Puck seemes but a dreaming dolt	F
Still walking like a ragged Colt	F
And oft out of a Bush doth bolt	F
Of purpose to deceiue vs	B
And leading vs makes vs to stray	H
Long Winters nights out of the way	H
And when we stick in mire and clay	H
Hob doth with laughter leaue vs	B
	-
Deare Puck quoth he my wife is gone	I
As ere thou lou'st King Oberon	I
Let euery thing but this alone	I
With vengeance and pursue her	H
Bring her to me aliue or dead	F
Or that vilde thief Pigwiggins head	F
That villaine hath defil'd my bed	F
He to this folly drew her	H
	-
Quoth Puck My Liege Ile neuer lin	I
But I will thorough thicke and thinne	I
Vntill at length I bring her in	I
My dearest Lord nere doubt it	F
Thorough Brake thorough Brier	H
Thorough Muck thorough Mier	H
Thorough Water thorough Fier	H
And thus goes Puck about it	F
	-
This thing Nimphidia ouer hard	F
That on this mad King had a guard	F
Not doubting of a great reward	F
For first this businesse broching	B
And through the ayre away doth goe	B
Swift as an Arrow from the Bowe	B
To let her Soueraigne Mab to know	B
What perill was approaching	B
	-
The Queene bound with Loues powerfulst charme	H
Sate with Pigwiggen arme in arme	H
Her Merry Maydes that thought no harme	H
About the roome were skipping	B
A Humble Bee their Minstrell playde	F
Vpon his Hoboy eu'ry Mayde	F
Fit for this Reuells was arayde	F
The Hornepype neatly tripping	B
	-
In comes Nimphidia and doth crie	H
My Soueraigne for your safety flie	H
For there is danger but too nie	I
I posted to forewarne you	H
The King hath sent Hobgoblin out	F
To seeke you all the Fields about	F
And of your safety you may doubt	F
If he but once discerne you	H
	-
When like an vprore in a Towne	I
Before them euery thing went downe	I
Some tore a Ruffe and some a Gowne	I
Gainst one another iustling	B
They flewe about like Chaffe i' th winde	F
For hast some left their Maskes behinde	F
Some could not stay their Gloues to finde	F
There neuer was such bustling	B
	-
Forth ranne they by a secret way	H
Into a brake that neere them lay	H
Yet much they doubted there to stay	H
Lest Hob should hap to find them	H
He had a sharpe and piercing sight	F
All one to him the day and night	F
And therefore were resolu'd by flight	F
To leave this place behind them	H
	-
At length one chanc'd to find a Nut	F
In th' end of which a hole was cut	F
Which lay vpon a Hazell roote	F
There scatt'red by a Squirill	H
Which out the kernell gotten had	F
When quoth this Fay deare Queene be glad	F
Let Oberon be ne'r so mad	F
Ile set you safe from perill	H
	-
Come all into this Nut quoth she	I
Come closely in be rul'd by me	I
Each one may here a chuser be	I
For roome yee need not wrastle	H
Nor neede yee be together heapt	F
So one by one therein they crept	F
And lying downe they soundly slept	F
And safe as in a Castle	H
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Nimphidia that this while doth watch	Q
Perceiu'd if Puck the Queene should catch	R
That he should be her ouer match	R
Of which she well bethought her	H
Found it must be some powerfull Charme	I
The Queene against him that must arme	I
Or surely he would doe her harme	I
For throughly he had sought her	H
	-
And listning if she ought could heare	H
That her might hinder or might feare	H
But finding still the coast was cleare	H
Nor creature had discride her	H
Each circumstance and hauing scand	F
She came thereby to vnderstand	F
Puck would be with them out of hand	F
When to her Charmes she hide her	H
	-
And first her Ferne seede doth bestowe	H
The kernell of the Missletowe	H
And here and there as Puck should goe	B
With terrour to affright him	I
She Night shade strawes to work him ill	H
Therewith her Veruayne and her Dill	H
That hindreth Witches of their will	H
Of purpose to dispight him	I
	-
Then sprinkles she the iuice of Rue	H
That groweth vnderneath the Yeu	H
With nine drops of the midnight dewe	H
From Lunarie distilling	B
The Molewarps braine mixt therewithall	H
And with the same the Pismyres gall	H
For she in nothing short would fall	H
The Fayrie was so willing	B
	-
Then thrice vnder a Bryer doth creepe	N
Which at both ends was rooted deepe	N
And ouer it three times shee leepe	N
Her Magicke much auayling	B
Then on Proserpyna doth call	H
And so vpon her spell doth fall	H
Which here to you repeate I shall	H
Not in one tittle fayling	B
	-
By the croking of the Frogge	B
By the howling of the Dogge	B
By the crying of the Hogge	B
Against the storme arising	B
By the Euening Curphewe bell	H
By the dolefull dying knell	H
O let this my direfull Spell	H
Hob hinder thy surprising	B
	-
By the Mandrakes dreadfull groanes	B
By the Lubricans sad moans	B
By the noyse of dead mens bones	B
In Charnell houses ratling	B
By the hissing of the Snake	B
The rustling of the fire Drake	B
I charge thee thou this place forsake	B
Nor of Queene Mab be pratling	B
	-
By the Whirlwindes hollow sound	F
By the Thunders dreadfull stound	F
Yells of Spirits vnder ground	F
I chardge thee not to feare vs	B
By the Shreech owles dismall note	F
By the Blacke Night Rauens throate	F
I charge thee Hob to teare thy Coate	F
With thornes if thou come neere vs	B
	-
Her Spell thus spoke she stept aside	F
And in a Chincke her selfe doth hide	F
To see there of what would betyde	F
For shee doth onely minde him	I
When presently shee Puck espies	B
And well she markt his gloating eyes	B
How vnder euery leafe he spies	B
In seeking still to finde them	I
	-
But once the Circle got within	I
The Charmes to worke doe straight begin	I
And he was caught as in a Gin	I
For as he thus was busie	B
A paine he in his Head peece feeles	B
Against a stubbed Tree he reeles	B
And vp went poore Hobgoblins heeles	B
Alas his braine was dizzie	B
	-
At length vpon his feete he gets	B
Hobgoblin fumes Hobgoblin frets	B
And as againe he forward sets	B
And through the Bushes scrambles	B
A Stump doth trip him in his pace	B
Down comes poore Hob vpon his face	B
And lamentably tore his case	B
Amongst the Bryers and Brambles	B
	-
A plague vpon Queene Mab quoth hee	I
And all her Maydes where ere they be	I
I thinke the Deuill guided me	I
To seeke her so prouoked	F
Where stumbling at a piece of Wood	F
He fell into a dich of mudd	F
Where to the very Chin he stood	F
In danger to be choked	F
	-
Now worse than e're he was before	H
Poore Puck doth yell poore Puck doth rore	H
That wak'd Queene Mab who doubted sore	H
Some Treason had been wrought her	H
Vntill Nimphidia told the Queene	I
What she had done what she had seene	I
Who then had well neere crack'd her spleene	I
With very extreame laughter	H
	-
But leaue we Hob to clamber out	F
Queene Mab and all her Fayrie rout	F
And come againe to haue about	F
With Oberon yet madding	B
And with Pigwiggen now distrought	F
Who much was troubled in his thought	F
That he so long the Queene had sought	F
And through the Fields was gadding	B
	-
And as he runnes he still doth crie	H
King Oberon I thee defie	G
And dare thee here in Armes to trie	H
For my deare Ladies honour	H
For that she is a Queene right good	F
In whose defence Ile shed my blood	F
And that thou in this iealous mood	F
Hast lay'd this slander on her	H
	-
And quickly Armes him for the Field	F
A little Cockle shell his Shield	F
Which he could very brauely wield	F
Yet could it not be pierced	F
His Speare a Bent both stiffe and strong	B
And well neere of two Inches long	B
The Pyle was of a Horse flyes tongue	B
Whose sharpnesse nought reuersed	F
	-
And puts him on a coate of Male	H
Which was of a Fishes scale	H
That when his Foe should him assaile	H
No poynt should be preuayling	B
His Rapier was a Hornets sting	B
It was a very dangerous thing	B
For if he chanc'd to hurt the King	B
It would be long in healing	B
	-
His Helmet was a Bettles head	F
Most horrible and full of dread	F
That able was to strike one dead	F
Yet did it well become him	I
And for a plume a horses hayre	H
Which being tossed with the ayre	H
Had force to strike his Foe with feare	H
And turne his weapon from him	I
	-
Himselfe he on an Earewig set	F
Yet scarce he on his back could get	F
So oft and high he did coruet	F
Ere he himselfe could settle	H
He made him turne and stop and bound	F
To gallop and to trot the Round	F
He scarce could stand on any ground	F
He was so full of mettle	H
	-
When soone he met with Tomalin	I
One that a valiant Knight had bin	I
And to King Oberon of kin	I
Quoth he thou manly Fayrie	H
Tell Oberon I come prepar'd	F
Then bid him stand vpon his Guard	F
This hand his basenesse shall reward	F
Let him be ne'r so wary	H
	-
Say to him thus that I defie	G
His slanders and his infamie	I
And as a mortall enemie	I
Doe publickly proclaime him	I
Withall that if I had mine owne	I
He should not weare the Fayrie Crowne	I
But with a vengeance should come downe	I
Nor we a King should name him	I
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This Tomalin could not abide	F
To heare his Soueraigne vilefide	F
But to the Fayrie Court him hide	F
Full furiously he posted	F
With eu'ry thing Pigwiggen sayd	F
How title to the Crowne he layd	F
And in what Armes he was aray'd	F
As how himselfe he boasted	F
	-
Twixt head and foot from point to point	F
He told th'arming of each ioint	F
In every piece how neate and quaint	F
For Tomalin could doe it	F
How fayre he sat how sure he rid	F
As of the courser he bestrid	F
How Mannag'd and how well he did	F
The King which listened to it	F
	-
Quoth he goe Tomalin with speede	F
Prouide me Armes prouide my Steed	F
And euery thing that I shall neede	F
By thee I will be guided	F
To strait account call thou thy witt	F
See there be wanting not a whitt	F
In euery thing see thou me fitt	F
Just as my foes prouided	F
	-
Soone flewe this newes through Fayrie land	F
Which gaue Queene Mab to vnderstand	F
The combate that was then in hand	F
Betwixt those men so mighty	F
Which greatly she began to rew	H
Perceuing that all Fayrie knew	H
The first occasion from her grew	H
Of these affaires so weighty	F
	-
Wherefore attended with her maides	B
Through fogs and mists and dampes she wades	B
To Proserpine the Queene of shades	B
To treat that it would please her	H
The cause into her hands to take	B
For ancient loue and friendships sake	B
And soone therof an end to make	B
Which of much care would ease her	H
	-
A While there let we Mab alone	I
And come we to King Oberon	I
Who arm'd to meete his foe is gone	I
For Proud Pigwiggen crying	B
Who sought the Fayrie King as fast	F
And had so well his iourneyes cast	F
That he arriued at the last	F
His puisant foe espying	B
	-
Stout Tomalin came with the King	B
Tom Thum doth on Pigwiggen bring	B
That perfect were in euery thing	B
To single fights belonging	B
And therefore they themselues ingage	P
To see them exercise their rage	P
With faire and comely equipage	P
Not one the other wronging	B
	-
So like in armes these champions were	H
As they had bin a very paire	H
So that a man would almost sweare	H
That either had bin either	H
Their furious steedes began to naye	H
That they were heard a mighty way	H
Their staues vpon their rests they lay	H
Yet e'r they flew together	H
	-
Their Seconds minister an oath	L
Which was indifferent to them both	L
That on their Knightly faith and troth	L
No magicke them supplyed	F
And sought them that they had no charmes	B
Wherewith to worke each others harmes	B
But came with simple open armes	B
To haue their causes tryed	F
	-
Together furiously they ran	I
That to the ground came horse and man	I
The blood out of their Helmets span	I
So sharpe were their incounters	B
And though they to the earth were throwne	I
Yet quickly they regain'd their owne	I
Such nimblenesse was neuer showne	I
They were two Gallant Mounters	B
	-
When in a second Course againe	I
They forward came with might and mayne	I
Yet which had better of the twaine	I
The Seconds could not iudge yet	F
Their shields were into pieces cleft	F
Their helmets from their heads were reft	F
And to defend them nothing left	F
These Champions would not budge yet	F
	-
Away from them their Staues they threw	H
Their cruell Swords they quickly drew	H
And freshly they the fight renew	H
They euery stroke redoubled	F
Which made Proserpina take heed	F
And make to them the greater speed	F
For fear lest they too much should bleed	F
Which wondrously her troubled	F
	-
When to th' infernall Stix she goes	B
She takes the Fogs from thence that rose	B
And in a Bagge doth them enclose	B
When well she had them blended	F
She hyes her then to Lethe spring	B
A Bottell and thereof doth bring	B
Wherewith she meant to worke the thing	B
Which onely she intended	F
	-
Now Proserpine with Mab is gone	I
Vnto the place where Oberon	I
And proud Pigwiggen one to one	I
Both to be slaine were likely	F
And there themselues they closely hide	F
Because they would not be espide	F
For Proserpine meant to decide	F
The matter very quickly	F
	-
And suddainly vntyes the Poke	B
Which out of it sent such a smoke	B
As ready was them all to choke	B
So greeuous was the pother	H
So that the Knights each other lost	F
And stood as still as any post	F
Tom Thum nor Tomalin could boast	F
Themselues of any other	H
	-
But when the mist gan somewhat cease	B
Proserpina commanded peace	B
And that a while they should release	B
Each other of their perill	F
Which here quoth she I doe proclaime	I
To all in dreadfull Plutos name	I
That as yee will eschewe his blame	I
You let me heare the quarrell	F
	-
But here your selues you must engage	P
Somewhat to coole your spleenish rage	P
Your greeuous thirst and to asswage	P
That first you drinke this liquor	H
Which shall your vnderstanding cleare	H
As plainely shall to you appeare	H
Those things from me that you shall heare	H
Conceiuing much the quicker	H
	-
This Lethe water you must knowe	H
The memory destroyeth so	B
That of our weale or of our woe	B
It all remembrance blotted	F
Of it nor can you euer thinke	B
For they no sooner tooke this drinke	B
But nought into their braines could sinke	B
Of what had them besotted	F
	-
King Oberon forgotten had	F
That he for iealousie ranne mad	F
But of his Queene was wondrous glad	F
And ask'd how they came thither	H
Pigwiggen likewise doth forget	F
That he Queene Mab had euer met	F
Or that they were so hard beset	F
When they were found together	H
	-
Nor neither of them both had thought	F
That e'r they had each other sought	F
Much lesse that they a Combat fought	F
But such a dreame were lothing	B
Tom Thum had got a little sup	N
And Tomalin scarce kist the Cup	N
Yet had their braines so sure lockt vp	N
That they remembred nothing	B
	-
Queene Mab and her light Maydes the while	F
Amongst themselues doe closely smile	F
To see the King caught with this wile	F
With one another testing	B
And to the Fayrie Court they went	F
With mickle ioy and merriment	F
Which thing was done with good intent	F
And thus I left them feasting	B
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FINIS	B

Michael Drayton

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