in to smother:
Some silly doting brainlesse Calfe,
That vnderstands things by the halfe,
Say that the _Fayrie_ left this Aulfe,
And tooke away the other. 80

But listen and I shall you tell,
A chance in _Fayrie_ that befell,
Which certainly may please some well;
In Loue and Armes delighting:
Of _Oberon_ that Iealous grewe,
Of one of his owne _Fayrie_ crue,
Too well (he fear'd) his Queene that knew,
His loue but ill requiting.

_Pigwiggen_ was this _Fayrie_ knight,
One wondrous gratious in the sight 90
Of faire Queene _Mab_, which day and night,
He amorously obserued;
Which made king _Oberon_ suspect,
His Seruice tooke too good effect,
His saucinesse, and often checkt,
And could have wisht him starued.

_Pigwiggen_ gladly would commend,
Some token to queene _Mab_ to send,
If Sea, or Land, him ought could lend,
Were worthy of her wearing: 100
At length this Louer doth deuise,
A Bracelett made of Emmotts eyes,
A thing he thought that shee would prize,
No whitt her state impayring.

And to the Queene a Letter writes,
Which he most curiously endites,
Coniuring her by all the rites
Of loue, she would be pleased,
To meete him her true Seruant, where
They might without suspect or feare, 110
Themselues to one another cleare,
And haue their poore hearts eased.

At mid-night the appointed hower,
And for the Queene a fitting bower,
(Quoth he) is that faire Cowslip flower,
On _Hipcut_ hill that groweth,
In all your Trayne there's not a _Fay_,
That euer went to gather May,
But she hath made it in her way,
The tallest there that groweth. 120

When by _Tom Thum_ a Fayrie Page,
He sent it, and doth him engage,
By promise of a mighty wage,
It secretly to carrie:
Which done, the Queene her maydes doth call,
And bids them to be ready all,
She would goe see her Summer Hall,
She could no longer tarrie.

Her Chariot ready straight is made,
Each thing therein is fitting layde, 130
That she by nothing might be stayde,
For naught must be her letting,
Foure nimble Gnats the Horses