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Nor doth he any creature balke,
But lays on all he meeteth.

The _Thuskan_ Poet doth aduance,
The franticke _Paladine_ of France,
And those more ancient doe inhaunce,
_Alcides_ in his fury.
And others _Aiax Telamon_,
But to this time there hath bin non,
So Bedlam as our _Oberon_,
Of which I dare assure you. 200

And first encountring with a waspe,
He in his armes the Fly doth claspe
As though his breath he forth would graspe,
Him for Pigwiggen taking:
Where is my wife thou Rogue, quoth he,
_Pigwiggen_, she is come to thee,
Restore her, or thou dy'st by me,
Whereat the poore waspe quaking,

Cryes, _Oberon_, great _Fayrie_ King,
Content thee I am no such thing, 210
I am a Waspe behold my sting,
At which the _Fayrie_ started:
When soone away the Waspe doth goe,
Poore wretch was neuer frighted so,
He thought his wings were much to slow,
O'rioyd, they so were parted.

He next vpon a Glow-worme light,
(You must suppose it now was night),
Which for her hinder part was bright,
He tooke to be a Deuill. 220
And furiously doth her assaile
For carrying fier in her taile
He thrasht her rough coat with his flayle,
The mad King fear'd no euill.

O quoth the _Gloworme_ hold thy hand,
Thou puisant King of _Fayrie_ land,
Thy mighty stroaks who may withstand,
Hould, or of life despaire I:
Together then her selfe doth roule,
And tumbling downe into a hole, 230
She seem'd as black as any Cole,
Which vext away the _Fayrie_.

From thence he ran into a Hiue,
Amongst the Bees he letteth driue
And downe their Coombes begins to riue,
All likely to haue spoyled:
Which with their Waxe his face besmeard,
And with their Honey daub'd his Beard
It would haue made a man afeard,
To see how he was moyled. 240

A new Aduenture him betides,
He mett an Ant, which he bestrides,
And post thereon away he rides,
Which with his haste doth stumble;
And came full ouer on her snowte,
Her heels so threw the dirt about,
For she by no meanes could get out,
But ouer him doth tumble.

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