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FAIRY
Either
I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or
else you are that shrewd and knavish sprite
Called
Robin Goodfellow. Are not you he
That
frights the maidens of the villagery,
Skim
milk, and sometimes labour in the quern,
And
bootless make the breathless housewife churn,
And
sometime make the drink to bear no barm,
Mislead
night-wanders, laughing at their harm?
Those
that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You
do their work, and they shall have good luck.
Are
you not he?
PUCK
Thou
speakest aright;
I
am that merry wanderer of the night.
I
jest to Oberon, and make him smile
When
I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile,
Neighing
in likeness of a filly foal;
And
sometime lurk I in a gossip's bowl
In
very likeness of a roasted crab,
And
when she drinks, against her lips I bob
And
on her withered dewlap pour the ale.
The
wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale,
Sometime
for three-foot stool mistaketh me;
Then
slip I from her bum, down topples she,
And
'tailor' cries, and falls into a cough;
And
then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh,
And
waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and swear
A
merrier hour was never wasted there.
--
A
Midsummer Night's Dream, Act II, scene i
Actually the Puck is a German camping trailer. Click here to Hymer/Eriba Company, makers of the Puck model trailer.
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