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And from the corner where he lay
He fees a train profufely gay

Come prankling o'er the place,

But (trust me, Gentles!) never yet
Was dight a mafquing half fo neat,
Or half fo rich before;

The country lent the sweet perfumes,
The fea the pearl, the fky the plumes,
The town its filken ftore.

Now whilft he gaz'd, a gallant drest
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 venturous foul
No fears of magic art control,

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 steps unweeting rove "Amid the nightly dew."

"'Tis well, the gallant cries again,

"We fairies never injure men

"Who dare to tell us true.

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"Exalt thy love-dejected heart,

"Be mine the task, or ere we part,
"To make thee grief refign;

"Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce;
"Whilst I with Mab, my partner, daunce,
"Be little Mable thine."

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

The monarch leads the queen:

The reft their fairy partners found:
And Mable trimly tript the ground
With Edwin of the Green.

The dauncing paft, 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 with come nigh,
And with a wish retire.

But, now to pleafe the fairy king,
Full every deal they laugh and fing,
And antic feats devife;

Some wind and tumble like an ape,
And other fome tranfmute their shape
In Edwin's wondering eyes.

Till one at last, that Robin hight,
Renown'd for pinching maids by night,
Has bent 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, « Reverse my charm, he cries, "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 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 clapp'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

Through 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 feems a dauncing as he walks,
His story foon took wind ;-

And beauteous Edith fees the youth.
Endow'd with courage, fenfe, and truth,
Without a bunch behind.

The story told, Sir Topaz mov'd,
The youth of Edith erst approv❜d,
To fee the revel scene:

At close 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 fhaking feiz'd the wall;

Up fpring the tapers as before,
The fairies bragly foot the floor,
And mufic fills the hall.

But certes forely funk with woe
Sir Topaz fees the Elphin fhow,
His fpirits in him dye :

When Oberon crys, "A man is near,
"A mortal paffion, cleeped fear,
"Hangs flagging in the sky."

With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth!
In accents faultering, ay for ruth,

Intreats them pity graunt;


For als he been a mister wights
Betray'd by wandering in the night
To tread the circled haunt;.

"Ah Lofell vile, at once they roar: "And little skill'd of fairie lore,

"Thy caufe to come, we know: "Now has thy keftrell courage fell; "And fairies, fince a lye you tell,

"Are free to work thee woe."

Then Will, who bears the wifpy fire
To trail the swains among the mire,
The caitiff upward flung;

There, like a tortoife, in a fhop
He dangled from the chamber-top,
Where whilome Edwin hung.

The revel now proceeds apace,
Deftly they frisk it o'er the place,

They fit, they drink, and eat;

The time with frolic mirth beguile,
And poor Sir Topaz hangs the while
Till all the rout retreat.

By this the ftars began to wink,

They fhriek, they fly, the tapers fink,
And down y-drops the knight :

For never spell by fairie laid

With strong enchantment bound a glade,

Beyond the length of night.

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