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 vndistinguishable.

476453The humane mortals want their winter heere.

477454No night is now with hymne or carroll blest.

478455Therefore the Moone (the gouernesse of floods)

479456Pale in her anger, washes all the aire;

480457That Rheumaticke diseases doe abound.

481458And, thorough this distemperature, wee see

482459The seasons alter: hoary headed frosts

483460Fall in the fresh lappe of the Crymson rose,

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 increase, now knowes not which is which:

490467And this same progeny of euils,

491468Comes from our debate, from our dissention:

492469We are their Parents and originall.

493470Oberon. Doe you amend it then: it lyes in you.

494471Why should Titania crosse her Oberon?

495472I doe but begge a little Changeling boy,

496473To be my Henchman.

497474Queene. Set your heart at rest.

498475The Faiery Land buies not the childe of mee,

499476His mother was a Votresse of my order:

500477And in the spiced Indian ayer, by night,

501478Full often hath she gossipt, 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: