Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Ob. Enter Pucke.
Ob. Here comes my messenger: how now mad spirit,
Ob. What night‑rule now about this gaunted groue?
Puck. Puck.
Puck. My Mistris with a monster is in loue,
Puck. Neere to her close and consecrated bower,
Puck. While she was in her dull and sleeping hower,
Puck. A crew of patches, rude McehanicalsMechanicals,
Puck. That worke for bread vpon Athenian stals,
Puck. Were met together to rehearse a Play,
Puck. Intended for great Theseus nuptiall day:
Puck. The shallowest thick‑skin of that barren sort,
Puck. Who Piramus presented, in their sport,
Puck. Forsooke his Scene, and entred in a brake,
Puck. When I did him at this aduantage take,
Puck. An Asses nole I fixed on his head.
Puck. Anon his Thisbie must be answered,
Puck. And forth my Mimmick comes: when they him spie,
Puck. As Wilde‑geese, that the creeping Fowler eye,
Puck. Or russed‑pated choughes, many in sort