g of the Snake,
The rustling of the fire-Drake,
I charge thee thou this place forsake,
Nor of Queene _Mab_ be pratling.

By the Whirlwindes hollow sound,
By the Thunders dreadfull stound,
Yells of Spirits vnder ground,
I chardge thee not to feare vs:
By the Shreech-owles dismall note,
By the Blacke Night-Rauens throate, 430
I charge thee _Hob_ to teare thy Coate
With thornes if thou come neere vs,

Her Spell thus spoke she stept aside,
And in a Chincke her selfe doth hide,
To see there of what would betyde,
For shee doth onely minde him:
When presently shee _Puck_ espies,
And well she markt his gloating eyes,
How vnder euery leafe he spies,
In seeking still to finde them. 440

But once the Circle got within,
The Charmes to worke doe straight begin,
And he was caught as in a Gin;
For as he thus was busie,
A paine he in his Head-peece feeles,
Against a stubbed Tree he reeles,
And vp went poore _Hobgoblins_ heeles,
Alas his braine was dizzie.

At length vpon his feete he gets,
_Hobgoblin_ fumes, _Hobgoblin_ frets, 450
And as againe he forward sets,
And through the Bushes scrambles;
A Stump doth trip him in his pace,
Down comes poore _Hob_ vpon his face,
And lamentably tore his case,
Amongst the Bryers and Brambles.

A plague vpon Queene _Mab_, quoth hee,
And all her Maydes where ere they be,
I thinke the Deuill guided me,
To seeke her so prouoked. 460
Where stumbling at a piece of Wood,
He fell into a dich of mudd,
Where to the very Chin he stood,
In danger to be choked.

Now worse than e're he was before:
Poore _Puck_ doth yell, poore _Puck_ doth rore;
That wak'd Queene _Mab_ who doubted sore
Some Treason had been wrought her:
Vntill _Nimphidia_ told the Queene
What she had done, what she had seene, 470
Who then had well-neere crack'd her spleene
With very extreame laughter.

But leaue we _Hob_ to clamber out:
Queene _Mab_ and all her _Fayrie_ rout,
And come againe to haue about
With _Oberon_ yet madding:
And with _Pigwiggen_ now distrought,
Who much was troubled in his thought,
That he so lo