A Midsommer nightes dreame.
471448The fold
stands empty, in the drowned
field,
472449And crowes are fatted with the murrion
flocke.
473450The nine mens Morris is
fild vp with mudde:
474451And the queint Mazes, in the wanton greene,
475452For lacke of tread, are vndi
stingui
shable.
476453The humane mortals want their winter heere.
477454No night is now with hymne or carroll ble
st.
478455Therefore the Moone (the gouerne
sse of
floods)
479456Pale in her anger, wa
shes all the aire;
480457That Rheumaticke di
sea
ses doe abound.
481458And, thorough this di
stemperature, wee
see
482459The
sea
sons alter: hoary headed fro
sts
483460Fall in the fre
sh lappe of the Crym
son ro
se,
484461And on old
Hyems chinne and Icy crowne,
485462An odorous Chaplet of
sweete Sommer buddes
486463Is, as in mockery,
set. The Spring, the Sommer,
487464The childing Autumne, angry Winter change
488465Their wonted Liueries: and the mazed worlde,
489466By their increa
se, now knowes not which is which:
490467And this
same progeny of euils,
491468Comes from our debate, from our di
ssention:
492469We are their Parents and originall.
493470Oberon. Doe you amend it then: it lyes in you.
494471Why
should
Titania cro
sse her
Oberon?
495472I doe but begge a little Changeling boy,
497474Queene. Set your heart at re
st.
498475The Faiery Land buies not the childe of mee,
499476His mother was a Votre
sse of my order:
500477And in the
spiced
Indian ayer, by night,
501478Full often hath
she go
ssipt, by my
side,
502479And
sat, with me on
Neptunes yellow
sands
503480Marking th'embarked traders on the
flood:
504481When we haue laught to
see the
sailes conceaue,
505482And grow bigge bellied, with the wanton winde:
Which