This _Puck_ seemes but a dreaming dolt, Still walking like a ragged Colt, 290 And oft out of a Bush doth bolt, Of purpose to deceiue vs. And leading vs makes vs to stray, Long Winters nights out of the way, And when we stick in mire and clay, _Hob_ doth with laughter leaue vs. Deare _Puck_ (quoth he) my wife is gone As ere thou lou'st King _Oberon_, Let euery thing but this alone With vengeance, and pursue her; 300 Bring her to me aliue or dead, Or that vilde thief, _Pigwiggins_ head, That villaine hath defil'd my bed He to this folly drew her. Quoth _Puck_, My Liege Ile neuer lin, But I will thorough thicke and thinne, Vntill at length I bring her in, My dearest Lord nere doubt it: Thorough Brake, thorough Brier, Thorough Muck, thorough Mier, 310 Thorough Water, thorough Fier, And thus goes _Puck_ about it. This thing Nimphidia ouer hard That on this mad King had a guard Not doubting of a great reward, For first this businesse broching; And through the ayre away doth goe Swift as an Arrow from the Bowe, To let her Soueraigne _Mab_ to know, What perill was approaching. 320 The Queene bound with Loues powerfulst charme Sate with _Pigwiggen_ arme in arme, Her Merry Maydes that thought no harme, About the roome were skipping: A Humble-Bee their Minstrell, playde Vpon his Hoboy; eu'ry Mayde Fit for this Reuells was arayde, The Hornepype neatly tripping. In comes _Nimphidia_, and doth crie, My Soueraigne for your safety flie, 330 For there is danger but too nie, I posted to forewarne you: The King hath sent _Hobgoblin_ out, To seeke you all the Fields about, And of your safety you may doubt, If he but once discerne you. When like an vprore in a Towne, Before them euery thing went downe, Some tore a Ruffe, and some a Gowne, Gainst one another iustling: 340 They flewe about like Chaffe i' th winde, For hast some left their Maskes behinde; Some could not stay their Gloues to finde, There neuer was such bustling. Forth ranne they by a secret way, Into a brake that neere them lay; Yet much they doubted there to stay, Lest _Hob_ should hap to find them: He had a sharpe and piercing sight, All one to him the day and night, 350 And therefore were resolu'd by flight, To leave this place behind them.