A Midsummer Night's Dream (Quarto 1, 1600)
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A Midsommer nightes dreame.
¶The fold stands empty, in the drowned field,
¶And crowes are fatted with the murrion flocke.
¶The nine mens Morris is fild vp with mudde:
¶And the queint Mazes, in the wanton greene,
¶The humane mortals want their winter heere.
¶No night is now with hymne or carroll blest.
¶Pale in her anger, washes all the aire;
¶And on old Hyems chinne and Icy crowne,
485An odorous Chaplet of sweete Sommer buddes
¶Is, as in mockery, set. The Spring, the Sommer,
¶The childing Autumne, angry Winter change
¶Their wonted Liueries: and the mazed worlde,
¶By their increase, now knowes not which is which:
490And this same progeny of euils,
¶We are their Parents and originall.
¶Oberon. Doe you amend it then: it lyes in you.
495I doe but begge a little Changeling boy,
¶To be my Henchman.
¶The Faiery Land buies not the childe of mee,
500And in the spiced Indian ayer, by night,
¶Marking th'embarked traders on the flood:
505And grow bigge bellied, with the wanton winde:
Which
