From the Royal Mews: 

     A waggon with the draught horses, delivered by command without fee.

     From the Lord Chamberlain’s Office: 

     A warrant with the royal sign manual, delivered by command without
     fee, being first entered in the office books.

     From the Lord Steward’s Office: 

     A butt of sack, delivered without fee or gratuity, with an order
     for returning the cask for the use of the office, by command.

     From the Great Wardrobe: 

     Three velvet bags, delivered without fee, by command.

     From the Treasurer of the Household’s Office: 

     A year’s salary paid free from land-tax, poundage, or any other
     deduction whatever by command.

     From the Jewel Office: 

     A silver butt, a silver cup, a wreath of bays, by command without
     fee.

Then came the Patent: 

    By these presents be it known,
    To all who bend before our throne,
    Fays and fairies, elves and sprites,
    Beauteous dames and gallant knights,
    That we, Oberon the grand,
    Emperor of fairy land,
    King of moonshine, prince of dreams,
    Lord of Aganippe’s streams,
    Baron of the dimpled isles
    That lie in pretty maiden’s smiles,
    Arch-treasurer of all the graces
    Dispersed through fifty lovely faces,
    Sovereign of the slipper’s order,
    With all the rites thereon that border,
    Defender of the sylphic faith,
    Declare—­and thus your monarch saith: 
    Whereas there is a noble dame,
    Whom mortals Countess Temple name,
    To whom ourself did erst impart
    The choicest secrets of our art,
    Taught her to tune the harmonious line
    To our own melody divine,
    Taught her the graceful negligence,
    Which, scorning art and veiling sense,
    Achieves that conquest o’er the heart
    Sense seldom gains, and never art: 
    This lady, ’tis our royal will
    Our laureate’s vacant seat should fill;
    A chaplet of immortal bays
    Shall crown her brow and guard her lays,
    Of nectar sack an acorn cup
    Be at her board each year filled up;
    And as each quarter feast comes round
    A silver penny shall be found
    Within the compass of her shoe—­
    And so we bid you all adieu!

     Given at our palace of Cowslip Castle, the shortest night of the
     year.

     OBERON.

And underneath,

     HOTHAMINA.