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The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,

Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me;

Then slip I from her bum, down topples she,

And ‘tailor’ cries, and falls into a cough;

And then the whole quire hold their hips and loff,

And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear

A merrier hour was never wasted there.

But room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

Fairy.

And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

Enter the King of Fairies [Oberon] at one door with his Train, and the Queen [Titania] at another with hers.

Obe.

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.

Tita.

What, jealous Oberon? [Fairies,] skip hence—

I have forsworn his bed and company.

Obe.

Tarry, rash wanton! Am not I thy lord?

Tita.

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. Why art thou here

Come from the farthest steep of India?

But that, forsooth, the bouncing Amazon,

Your buskin’d mistress, and your warrior love,