eing in this piteous case,
And all be-slurried head and face, 250
On runs he in this Wild-goose chase
As here, and there, he rambles
Halfe blinde, against a molehill hit,
And for a Mountaine taking it,
For all he was out of his wit,
Yet to the top he scrambles.

And being gotten to the top,
Yet there himselfe he could not stop,
But downe on th' other side doth chop,
And to the foot came rumbling: 260
So that the Grubs therein that bred,
Hearing such turmoyle ouer head,
Thought surely they had all bin dead,
So fearefull was the Iumbling.

And falling downe into a Lake,
Which him vp to the neck doth take,
His fury somewhat it doth slake,
He calleth for a Ferry;
Where you may some recouery note,
What was his Club he made his Boate, 270
And in his Oaken Cup doth float,
As safe as in a Wherry.

Men talke of the Aduentures strange,
Of _Don Quishott_, and of their change
Through which he Armed oft did range,
Of _Sancha Panchas_ trauell:
But should a man tell euery thing,
Done by this franticke _Fayrie_ king.
And them in lofty numbers sing
It well his wits might grauell. 280

Scarse set on shore, but therewithall,
He meeteth _Pucke_, which most men call
_Hobgoblin_, and on him doth fall,
With words from frenzy spoken;
Hoh, hoh, quoth _Hob_, God saue thy grace,
Who drest thee in this pitteous case,
He thus that spoild my soueraignes face,
I would his necke were broken.

This _Puck_ seemes but a dreaming dolt,
Still walking like a ragged Colt, 290
And oft out of a Bush doth bolt,
Of purpose to deceiue vs.
And leading vs makes vs to stray,
Long Winters nights out of the way,
And when we stick in mire and clay,
_Hob_ doth with laughter leaue vs.

Deare _Puck_ (quoth he) my wife is gone
As ere thou lou'st King _Oberon_,
Let euery thing but this alone
With vengeance, and pursue her; 300
Bring her to me aliue or dead,
Or that vilde thief, _Pigwiggins_ head,
That villaine hath defil'd my bed
He to this folly drew her.

Quoth _Puck_, My Liege Ile neuer lin,
But I will thorough th