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But let us leave Queen Mab a while	B
Through many a gate o'er many a stile	B
That now had gotten by this wile	B
Her dear Pigwiggen kissing	C
And tell how Oberon doth fare	D
Who grew as mad as any hare	D
When he had sought each place with care	D
And found his queen was missing	C
By grisly Pluto he doth swear	D
He rent his clothes and tore his hair	D
And as he runneth here and there	D
An acorn cup he greeteth	E
Which soon he taketh by the stalk	F
About his head he lets it walk	F
Nor doth he any creature balk	F
But lays on all he meeteth	E
The Tuscan poet doth advance	G
The frantic Paladine of France	G
And those more ancient do enhance	G
Alcides in his fury	H
And others Ajax Telamon	I
But to this time there hath been none	I
So bedlam as our Oberon	J
Of which I dare assure you	K
And first encount'ring with a wasp	L
He in his arms the fly doth clasp	M
As tho' his breath he forth would grasp	M
Him for Pigwiggen taking	C
'Where is my wife thou rogue quot quoth he	H
quot Pigwiggen she is come to thee	H
Restore her or thou di'st by me quot	N
Whereat the poor wasp quaking	C
Cries quot Oberon great Fairy King	C
Content thee I am no such thing	C
I am a wasp behold my sting quot	N
At which the fairy started	N
When soon away the wasp doth go	O
Poor wretch was never frighted so	O
He thought his wings were much too slow	O
O'erjoy'd they so were parted	N
He next upon a glow worm light	N
You must suppose it now was night	N
Which for her hinder part was bright	N
He took to be a devil	P
And furiously doth her assail	Q
For carrying fire in her tail	Q
He thrash'd her rough coat with his flail	Q
The mad king fear'd no evil	P
quot Oh quot quoth the glow worm quot hold thy hand	N
Thou puissant King of Fairy land	N
Thy mighty strokes who may withstand	N
Hold or of life despair I quot	N
Together then herself doth roll	R
And tumbling down into a hole	R
She seem'd as black as any coal	R
Which vext away the fairy	H
From thence he ran into a hive	S
Amongst the bees he letteth drive	S
And down their combs begins to rive	S
All likely to have spoiled	N
Which with their wax his face besmear'd	N
And with their honey daub'd his beard	N
It would have made a man afear'd	N
To see how he was moiled	N
A new adventure him betides	O
He met an ant which he bestrides	O
And post thereon away he rides	O
Which with his haste doth stumble	P
And came full over on her snout	N
Her heels so threw the dirt about	N
For she by no means could get out	N
But over him doth tumble	P
And being in this piteous case	O
And all beslurried head and face	O
On runs he in this wildgoose chase	O
As here and there he rambles	O
Half blind against a mole hill hit	N
And for a mountain taking it	N
For all he was out of his wit	N
Yet to the top he scrambles	O
And being gotten to the top	T
Yet there himself he could not stop	T
But down on th' other side doth chop	T
And to the foot came rumbling	C
So that the grubs therein that bred	N
Hearing such turmoil overhead	N
Thought surely they had all been dead	N
So fearful was the jumbling	C
And falling down into a lake	C
Which him up to the neck doth take	C
His fury it doth somewhat slake	C
He calleth for a ferry	H
Where you may some recovery note	N
What was his club he made his boat	N
And in his oaken cup doth float	N
As safe as in a wherry	H
Men talk of the adventures strange	U
Of Don Quishott and of their change	U
Through which he armed oft did range	U
Of Sancha Pancha's travel	P
But should a man tell every thing	C
Done by this frantic fairy king	C
And them in lofty numbers sing	C
It well his wits might gravel	P
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