The Masque of Love Restored presents us "Robin Good-fellow, he that sweeps the hearth and the house clean, riddles for the country maids, and does all their other drudgery, while they are at hot-cockles," and he appears therefore with his _broom_ and his _canles_. In Fletcher's Faithful Shepherdess we read of A virtuous well, about whose flowery banks The nimble-footed fairies dance their rounds, By the pale moonshine; dipping oftentimes Their stolen children, so to make them free From dying flesh and dull mortality. And in the Little French Lawyer (iii. 1), one says, "You walk like Robin Goodfellow all the house over, and every man afraid of you." In Randolph's Pastoral of Amyntas, or the Impossible Dowry, a "knavish boy," called Dorylas, makes a fool of a "fantastique sheapherd," Jocastus, by pretending to be Oberon, king of Fairy. In Act i., Scene 3, Jocastus' brother, Mopsus, "a foolish augur," thus addresses him:-- _Mop._ Jocastus, I love Thestylis abominably, The mouth of my affection waters at her. _Jo._ Be wary, Mopsus, learn of me to scorn The mortals; choose a better match: go love Some fairy lady! Princely Oberon Shall stand thy friend, and beauteous Mab, his queen, Give thee a maid of honour. _Mop._ How, Jocastus? Marry a puppet? Wed a mote i' the sun? Go look a wife in nutshells? Woo a gnat, That's nothing but a voice? No, no, Jocastus, I must have flesh and blood, and will have Thestylis: A fig for fairies! Thestylis enters, and while she and Mopsus converse, Jocastus muses. At length he exclaims, _Jo._ It cannot choose but strangely please his highness. _The._ What are you studying of Jocastus, ha? _Jo._ A rare device; a masque to entertain His Grace of Fairy with. _The._ A masque! What is't? _Jo._ An anti-masque of fleas, which I have taught To dance corrantos on a spider's thread. * * * * * And then a jig of pismires Is excellent. _Enter_ DORYLAS. _He salutes_ MOPSUS, _and then_ _Dor._ Like health unto the president of the jigs. I hope King Oberon and his joyall Mab Are well. _Jo._ They are. I never saw their Graces Eat such a meal before. _Dor._ E'en much good do't them! _Jo._ They're rid a hunting. _Dor._ Hare or deer, my lord? _Jo._ Neither. A brace of snails of the first head. ACT I.--SCENE 6. _Jo._ Is it not a brave sight, Dorylas? Can the mortals Caper so nimbly? _Dor._ Verily they cannot. _Jo._ Does not King Oberon bear a stately presence? Mab is a beauteous empress.