Every one lets forth his spright, In the church-way paths to glide; And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, Following darkness like a dream, To sweep the duft behind the door. Enter king and queen of fairies, with their train. Every elf, and fairy spright, Hop as light as bird from brier, And this ditty, after me, Sing, and dance it trippingly. Queen. First rehearse this song by rote, To each word a warbling note. Will we fing, and bless this place. The SONG. Now until the break of day, Despised Defpifed in nativity, Shall upon their children be. Puck. If we fhadows have offended, If you pardon, we will mend. And as I am honeft Puck, If we have unearned luck Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue, So, good night unto you all! Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin fhall restore amends. [Exeunt omnes. |