_Pist._ Elves, list your names! silence, you airy toys! _Cricket_, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap; _Where fires thou findest unraked, and hearths unswept, There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry: Our radiant queen, hates sluts and sluttery_. _Fals._ They are fairies; _he that speaks to them shall die_. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye. _Pist._ Where's Bead?--Go you, and where you find a maid That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy, Sleep she as sound as careless infancy; But those as sleep and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and shins. _Quick._ About, about, Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out; _Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room_, That it may stand till the perpetual doom, In state as wholesome as in state 'tis fit; Worthy the owner, and the owner it. The several chairs of order look you scour With juice of balm and every precious flower; Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, With loyal blazon evermore be blest; _And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing_, Like to the Garter's compass, _in a ring: The expressure that it bears green let it be, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see_; And "Hony soit qui mal y pense" write, In emerald tufts, flowers, purple, blue, and white; Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery, Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee: Fairies use flowers for their charactery. Away--disperse!--but, till 'tis one o'clock, Our dance of custom, round about the oak Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget. _Eva._ Pray you, lock hand in hand, yourselves in order set, And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, To guide our measure round about the tree; But stay, I smell a man of middle earth.[395] _Fal._ Heaven defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest He transform me to a piece of cheese. _Pist._ Vile worm! thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth. _Quick._ With trial fire touch we his finger-end: If he be chaste the flame will back descend, And turn him to no pain; but if he start, It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. _Pist._ A trial, come. _Eva._ Come, will this wood take fire? _Fal._ Oh, oh, oh! _Quick._ Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire: About him, fairies, sing a scornful rime; And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time. In Romeo and Juliet the lively and gallant Mercutio mentions a fairy personage, who has since attained to great celebrity, and completely dethroned Titania, we mean Queen Mab,[396] a dame of credit and renown in Faëry. "I dreamed a dream to-night," says Romeo. "O then," says Mercutio:--