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Now the wasted brands do glow,

Whilft the scritch-owl, scritching loud, Puts the wretch, that lies in woey

In remembrance of a shroud. Now it is the time of night,

That the graves, all gaping wide, Every one lets forth his fpright,

In the church-way paths to glide And we Fairies, that do run

By the triple Hecate's team,
From the presence of the sun,

Following darkness like a dream,
Now are frolick; not a mouse
Shall disturb this hallow'd house.
I am sent with broom before,
To sweep the dust behind the door.

Enter King and Queen of Fairies, with their traini
Ob. Through the house give glimmering light,

By the dead and drowsie fire, also intended to be represented'; I make no Question but the Poet

And the Wolfe behowls the Moon. For fo the Wolf is exactly characteriz'd, it being his peculiar Property to howl at the Moon. (Behowl, as bemoan, befeem, betrim, and an hundred others.)

Mr. Warburtoni So, again, in As you like it.

Pray you, no more of this; 'tis like the bowling of Irish Wolves

against the Moon So in Beaumont and Fletcher's Faithful Shepherdess.

or the Owl, Or our great Enemy, that fill doth howl

Against the Moon's pale Beams.
For this is spoken of the Wolfe, and by a Shepherd, to whom that
Beast was an Enemy, with regard to his Flock." And so in Marston's
Antonio and Mellida, where the whole Passage seems to be copied from
this of our Author.

Now barks the Wolf against the full-cheek'd Moon;
Now Lyons half-clamd Entrails roar for Food;
Now croaks the Toad, and night-crows fhriek aloud,
Fluttring 'bout Casements of departing Souls:

the Graves, and throtbeir Yawns let loose
Imprifon'd Spirits to revisit Eartb.


wrote ;

Now gape

Every elf, and fairy sprite,

Hop as light as bird from brier;
And this ditty after me
Sing, and dance it trippingly.

Queen. First rehearse this song by roat,
To each word a warbling note.
Hand in hand, with fairy grace,
Will we fing, and bless this place.

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The S O N G.

Now, until the break of day,
Through this house each Fairy stray.
To the best bride-bed will we,
Which by us shall blessed be:
And the issue, there create,
Ever Mall be fortunate ;
So all all the couples three
Ever true in loving be:
And the blots of nature's hand
Shall not in their issue stand;
Never mole, hair-lip, nor scar,
Nor mark prodigious, such as are
Despised in nativity,
Shall upon their children be.
With this field-dew consécrate,
Every Fairy take his gate,
And each several chamber blefs,
Through this palace with sweet peace.
Ever shall it safely rest,
And the owner of it bleft.
Trip away, make no ftay;
Meet me all by break of day.

Puck. If we shadows have offended,
Think but this, and all is mended;
That you have but slumbred here,
While these visions did appear.
And this weak and idle theam
No more yielding but a dream,


Gentles, do not reprehend;
If you pardon, we will mend.
And as I am honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long:
Else the Puck a liar call :
So good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends ;
And Robin shall restore amends. [Excunt omnes.
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