_Jo._ I thought where I should have you. _1st Fai._ Will't please you dance, sir? _Jo._ Indeed, sir, I cannot handle my legs. _2d Fai._ O you must needs dance and sing, Which if you refuse to do, We will pinch you black and blue; And about we go. They all dance in a ring, and sing as followeth:-- Round about, round about, in a fine ring a, Thus we dance, thus we dance, and thus we sing a; Trip and go, to and fro, over this green a, All about, in and out, for our brave queen a. Round about, round about, in a fine ring a, Thus we dance, thus we dance, and thus we sing a; Trip and go, to and fro, over this green a, All about, in and out, for our brave queen a. We have danced round about, in a fine ring a, We have danced lustily, and thus we sing a, All about, in and out, over this green a, To and fro, trip and go, to our brave queen a. The next poet, in point of time, who employs the Fairies, is worthy, long-slandered, and maligned Ben Jonson. His beautiful entertainment of the Satyr was presented in 1603, to Anne, queen of James I. and prince Henry, at Althorpe, the seat of Lord Spenser, on their way from Edinburgh to London. As the queen and prince entered the park, a Satyr came forth from a "little spinet" or copse, and having gazed the "Queen and the Prince in the face" with admiration, again retired into the thicket; then "there came tripping up the lawn a bevy of Fairies attending on Mab, their queen, who, falling into an artificial ring, began to dance a round while their mistress spake as followeth:" _Mab._ Hail and welcome, worthiest queen! Joy had never perfect been, To the nymphs that haunt this green, Had they not this evening seen. _Now they print it on the ground With their feet, in figures round_; Marks that will be ever found To remember this glad stound. _Satyr_ (_peeping out of the bush_). Trust her not, you bonnibell, She will forty leasings tell; I do know her pranks right well. _Mab._ Satyr, we must have a spell, For your tongue it runs too fleet. _Sat._ Not so nimbly as your feet, When about the cream-bowls sweet You and all your elves do meet. (_Here he came hopping forth, and mixing himself with the Fairies, skipped in, out, and about their circle, while they made many offers to catch him._) _This is Mab, the mistress Fairy, That doth nightly rob the dairy; And can hurt or help the churning As she please_, without discerning. _1st Fai._ Pug, you will anon take warning.