Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Puck. Troope home to Church‑yards; damned spirits all,
Puck. That in crosse‑waies and flouds haue buriall,
Puck. Alreadie to their wormie beds are gone;
Puck. For feare least day should looke their shames vpon,
Puck. They wilfully themselues dxile from light,
Puck. And must for aye consort with blacke browd night.
Ob. Ob.
Ob. But we are spirits of another sort:
Ob. I, with the mornings loue haue oft made sport,
Ob. And like a Forrester, the groues may tread,
Ob. Euen till the Easterne gate all fierie red,
Ob. Opening on Neptune, with faire blessed beames,
Ob. Turnes into yellow gold, his salt greene streames.
Ob. But notwithstanding haste, make no delay:
Ob. We may effect this businesse, yet ere day.
Puck. Puck.
Puck. Vp and downe, vp and downe, I will leade
Puck. them vp and downe: I am fear'd in field and towne.
Puck. Goblin, lead them vp and downe: here comes one.
Puck. Enter Lysander.