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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 22 pages of information about A Fairy Tale in Two Acts Taken from Shakespeare (1763).

Ob.  How long within this wood intend you stay?

Queen.  Perchance till after Theseus’ wedding-day. 
If you will patiently dance in our round,
And see our moon-light revels, go with us;
If not, shun me, and I will spare your haunts.

Ob.  Give me that boy, and I’ll go with thee.

Queen.  Not for thy Fairy kingdom.

AirDuet.

Queen.  Away, away,
       I will not stay,
         But fly from rage and thee.

King.  Begone, begone,
       You’ll feel anon
         What ’tis to injure me.

Queen.  Away, false man! 
       Do all you can,
         I scorn your jealous rage!

King.  We will not part;
       Take you my heart! 
         Give me your favourite page.

Queen.  I’ll keep my page!

King.  And I my rage! 
        Nor shall you injure me.

Queen.  Away, away! 
       I will not stay,
         But fly from rage and thee.

Both.  Away, away, &c. [Exe.  Queen, &c.

Ob.  Well, go thy way; thou shalt not from this grove,
Till I torment thee for this injury—­
My gentle Puck, come hither: 
There is a flow’r, the herb I shew’d thee once,
The juice of it on sleeping eyelids laid,
Will make a man or woman madly doat
Upon the next live creature that it sees. 
Fetch me that herb, and be thou here again
Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

Puck.  I’ll put a girdle round about the earth
In forty minutes. [Exit.

Ob.  Having once this juice,
I’ll watch Titania when she is asleep,
And drop the liquor of it in her eye;
The next thing which she waking looks upon,
(Be it on bear, lion, wolf, bull, ape or monkey),
She shall pursue it with the soul of love;
And ere I take this charm off from her sight,
(As I can take it with another herb),
I’ll make her render up her page to me. [Exit.

Scene another part of the Wood.

Enter Queen of the Fairies, and her Train.

Queen.  Come, now a roundel, and a fairy song.

Air.

2d Fai.  Come, follow, follow me,
        Ye fairy Elves that be;
        O’er tops of dewy grass,
        So nimbly do we pass,
        The young and tender stalk
        Ne’er bends where we do walk.

Scene The Wood.

Queen.  Now, for the third part of a minute hence,
Some to kill cankers in the musk-rose buds,
Some war with rear-mice for their leathern wings,
To make my small Elves coats:  And some keep back
The clamorous owl, that nightly hoots, and wonders,
At our queint spirits.  Sing me now asleep,
Then to your offices, and let me rest.

[Goes to the Bower and lies down.

Air.

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