Now whilft he gaz'd, a Gallant dreft
In flaunting robes above the rest,

With awful accent cry'd;

What mortal of a wretched mind,

Whofe fighs infect the balmy wind,
Has here prefum'd to hide?

At this the fwain, whofe vent'rous foul
No fears of magic art controul,

Advanc'd in open fight;

"Nor have I caufe of dreed, he faid,

"Who view by no prefumption led

"Your revels of the night.

"'Twas grief, for scorn of faithful love, "Which made my fteps unweeting rove "Amid the nightly dew."

'Tis well the Gallant cries again,

We fairies never injure men

Who dare to tell us true.

Exalt thy love-dejected heart,

Be mine the task, or ere we part,

To make thee grief refign;

Now take the pleafure of thy chaunce;

Whilft I with Mab, my part'ner, daunce,
Be little Mable thine.

He fpoke, and all a fudden there
Light mufic floats in wanton air;

The Monarch leads the Queen :
The reft their fairie part'ners found:
And Mable trimly tript the ground
With Edwin of the green.

The dauncing past, the board was laid,
And fiker fuch a feaft was made

As heart and lip defire,

Withouten hands the dishes fly,

The glaffes with a wifh come nigh,

And with a wish retire.

But

But now to please the fairie king,

Full ev'ry deal they laugh and fing,

And antic feats devise;

Some wind and tumble like an ape,

And other-fome transmute their shape
In Edwin's wond'ring eyes.

'Till one at laft that Robin hight, Renown'd for pinching maids by night,

Has hent him up aloof;

And full against the beam he flung,
Where by the back the youth he hung
To fpraul unneath the roof.

From thence," reverfe my charm, he crys, "And let it fairly now fuffice

"The gambol has been fhown."

But Oberon anfwers with a fmile,

Content thee Edwin for a while,

The vantage is thine own.

Here

Here ended all the phantom-play ;

They smelt the fresh approach of day, And heard a cock to crow;

The whirling wind that bore the crowd Has clap'd the door, and whistled loud, To warn them all to go.

Then screaming all at once they fly,
And all at once the tapers dye;

Poor Edwin falls to floor;

Forlorn his state, and dark the place,

Was never wight in such a case

Thro' all the land before.

But foon as dan Apollo rofe,
Full jolly creature home he goes,
He feels his back the lefs;

His honeft tongue and steady mind
Had rid him of the lump behind,

Which made him want fuccefs.

With lufty livelyhed he talks,

He seems a dauncing as he walks,

His story soon took wind;

And beauteous Edith fees the youth,

Endow'd with courage, fenfe, and truth,
Without a bunch behind.

The story told, Sir Topas mov'd,
The youth of Edith erst approv'd,

To fee the revel scene:

At clofe of eve he leaves his home,
And wends to find the ruin'd dome

All on the gloomy plain.

As there he bides, it fo befell,

The wind came ruftling down a dell,

A shaking feiz'd the wall:

Up fprung the tapers as before,
The fairies bragly foot the floor,

And mufic fills the hall.

But