Digital facsimile of the Bodleian First Folio of Shakespeare's plays, Arch. G c.7
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Fai. Are not you he?
Rob. Rob.
Rob. Thou speak'st aright;
Rob. I am that merrie wanderer of the night:
Rob. I iest to Oberon, and make him smile,
Rob. When I a fat and beane‑fed horse beguile,
Rob. Neighing in likenesse of a silly foale,
Rob. And sometime lurke I in a Gossips bole,
Rob. In very likenesse of a roasted crab:
Rob. And when she drinkes, against her lips I bob,
Rob. And on her withered dewlop poure the Ale.
Rob. The wisest Aunt telling the saddest tale,
Rob. Sometime for three‑foot stoole, mistaketh me,
Rob. Then slip I from her bum, downe topples she,
Rob. And tailour cries, and fals into a coffe.
Rob. And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe,
Rob. And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and sweare,
Rob. A merrier houre vvas neuer wasted there.
Rob. But roome Fairy, heere comes Oberon.
Fair. Fair.