were,
Their Harnasses of Gossamere,
Flye Cranion her Chariottere,
Vpon the Coach-box getting.

Her Chariot of a Snayles fine shell,
Which for the colours did excell:
The faire Queene _Mab_, becomming well,
So liuely was the limming: 140
The seate the soft wooll of the Bee;
The couer, (gallantly to see)
The wing of a pyde Butterflee,
I trowe t'was simple trimming.

The wheeles compos'd of Crickets bones,
And daintily made for the nonce,
For feare of ratling on the stones,
With Thistle-downe they shod it;
For all her Maydens much did feare,
If _Oberon_ had chanc'd to heare, 150
That _Mab_ his Queene should haue bin there,
He would not haue aboad it.

She mounts her Chariot with a trice,
Nor would she stay for no advice,
Vntill her Maydes that were so nice,
To wayte on her were fitted,
But ranne her selfe away alone;
Which when they heard there was not one,
But hasted after to be gone,
As she had beene diswitted. 160

_Hop_, and _Mop_, and _Drop_ so cleare,
_Pip_, and _Trip_, and _Skip_ that were,
To _Mab_ their Soueraigne euer deare:
Her speciall Maydes of Honour;
_Fib_, and _Tib_, and _Pinck_, and _Pin_,
_Tick_, and _Quick_, and _Iill_, and _Iin_,
_Tit_, and _Nit_, and _Wap_, and _Win_,
The Trayne that wayte vpon her.

Vpon a Grashopper they got,
And what with Amble, and with Trot, 170
For hedge nor ditch they spared not,
But after her they hie them.
A Cobweb ouer them they throw,
To shield the winde if it should blowe,
Themselues they wisely could bestowe,
Lest any should espie them.

But let vs leaue Queene _Mab_ a while,
Through many a gate, o'r many a stile,
That now had gotten by this wile,
Her deare _Pigwiggin_ kissing, 180
And tell how _Oberon_ doth fare,
Who grew as mad as any Hare,
When he had sought each place with care,
And found his Queene was missing.

By grisly _Pluto_ he doth sweare,
He rent his cloths, and tore his haire,
And as he runneth, here and there,
An Acorne cup he greeteth;
Which soone he taketh by the stalke
About his head he lets it walke,