icke and thinne,
Vntill at length I bring her in,
My dearest Lord nere doubt it:
Thorough Brake, thorough Brier,
Thorough Muck, thorough Mier, 310
Thorough Water, thorough Fier,
And thus goes _Puck_ about it.

This thing Nimphidia ouer hard
That on this mad King had a guard
Not doubting of a great reward,
For first this businesse broching;
And through the ayre away doth goe
Swift as an Arrow from the Bowe,
To let her Soueraigne _Mab_ to know,
What perill was approaching. 320

The Queene bound with Loues powerfulst charme
Sate with _Pigwiggen_ arme in arme,
Her Merry Maydes that thought no harme,
About the roome were skipping:
A Humble-Bee their Minstrell, playde
Vpon his Hoboy; eu'ry Mayde
Fit for this Reuells was arayde,
The Hornepype neatly tripping.

In comes _Nimphidia_, and doth crie,
My Soueraigne for your safety flie, 330
For there is danger but too nie,
I posted to forewarne you:
The King hath sent _Hobgoblin_ out,
To seeke you all the Fields about,
And of your safety you may doubt,
If he but once discerne you.

When like an vprore in a Towne,
Before them euery thing went downe,
Some tore a Ruffe, and some a Gowne,
Gainst one another iustling: 340
They flewe about like Chaffe i' th winde,
For hast some left their Maskes behinde;
Some could not stay their Gloues to finde,
There neuer was such bustling.

Forth ranne they by a secret way,
Into a brake that neere them lay;
Yet much they doubted there to stay,
Lest _Hob_ should hap to find them:
He had a sharpe and piercing sight,
All one to him the day and night, 350
And therefore were resolu'd by flight,
To leave this place behind them.

At length one chanc'd to find a Nut,
In th' end of which a hole was cut,
Which lay vpon a Hazell roote,
There scatt'red by a Squirill:
Which out the kernell gotten had;
When quoth this _Fay_ deare Queene be glad,
Let _Oberon_ be ne'r so mad,
Ile set you safe from perill. 360

Come all into this Nut (quoth she)
Come closely in be rul'd by me,
Each one may here a