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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;

Whilft I with Mab, my part'ner, 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 fairie part'ners 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 wifh come nigh,
And with a wish retire.

But now to please the fairie king,
Full ev'ry 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 wond'ring eyes.

'Till one at last 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 spraul unneath the roof.

From thence, "Reverse my charm, he cries, "And let it fairly now fuffice

"The gambol has been shown."

But Oberon answers with a smile,
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 clap'd the door, and whiftled 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 ftate, and dark the place,

Was never wight in fuch a cafe

Thro' all the land before.

. But

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 ftory foon 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 see 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 fprung 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 dy :

When Oberon crys, 66 a man is near,
"A mortal paffion, cleeped fear,
"Hangs flagging in the sky."

With that Sir Topaz, hapless youth!
In accents falt'ring, ay for ruth,
Intreats them pity graunt;

For als he been a mister wight
Betray'd by wand'ring in the night
To tread the circled haunt;

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

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Thy cause 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 captive upward flung;
"There like a tortoise in a shop

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 ydrops the knight,

For never spell by fairie laid

With ftrong enchantment bound a glade,

Beyond the length of night.

Chill, dark, alone, adreed, he lay, up the welkin rose the day,


Then deem'd the dole was o'er:

But wot ye well his harder lot?

His feely back the bunch had got

Which Edwin loft afore.

This tale a Sybil-nurse ared;

She foftly ftroak'd my youngling head,

And when the tale was done,

"Thus fome are born, my fon, she cries, "With base impediments to rise,

"And fome are born with none.


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