all to choke,
So greeuous was the pother;
So that the Knights each other lost,
And stood as still as any post,
_Tom Thum_, nor _Tomalin_ could boast
Themselues of any other.

But when the mist gan somewhat cease,
_Proserpina_ commanded peace:
And that a while they should release,
Each other of their perill: 660
Which here (quoth she) I doe proclaime
To all in dreadfull _Plutos_ name,
That as yee will eschewe his blame,
You let me heare the quarrell,

But here your selues you must engage,
Somewhat to coole your spleenish rage:
Your greeuous thirst and to asswage,
That first you drinke this liquor:
Which shall your vnderstanding cleare,
As plainely shall to you appeare; 670
Those things from me that you shall heare,
Conceiuing much the quicker.

This _Lethe_ water you must knowe,
The memory destroyeth so,
That of our weale, or of our woe,
It all remembrance blotted;
Of it nor can you euer thinke:
For they no sooner tooke this drinke,
But nought into their braines could sinke,
Of what had them besotted. 680

King _Oberon_ forgotten had,
That he for iealousie ranne mad:
But of his Queene was wondrous glad,
And ask'd how they came thither:
_Pigwiggen_ likewise doth forget,
That he Queene _Mab_ had euer met;
Or that they were so hard beset,
When they were found together.

Nor neither of them both had thought,
That e'r they had each other sought; 690
Much lesse that they a Combat fought,
But such a dreame were lothing:
_Tom Thum_ had got a little sup,
And _Tomalin_ scarce kist the Cup,
Yet had their braines so sure lockt vp,
That they remembred nothing.

Queene _Mab_ and her light Maydes the while,
Amongst themselues doe closely smile,
To see the King caught with this wile,
With one another testing: 700
And to the _Fayrie_ Court they went,
With mickle ioy and merriment,
Which thing was done with good intent,
And thus I left them feasting.

FINIS.

THE QVEST OF CYNTHIA

What time the groues were clad in greene,
The Fields drest all in flowers,
And that the sleeke-hayred Nimphs