Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi typicality 0.81 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
They are all couched in a pit hard by Hernes Oak, with obscured Lights; which at the very instant of Falstaffes and our meeting, they will at once display to the night. That cannot choose but amaze him. If he be not amazed he will be mocked: If he be amazed, he will every way be mocked. we'll betray him finely. Against such Lewdsters, and their lechery, Those that betray them, do no treachery. The hour drawes-on: to the Oak, to the Oak. Trib, trib Fairies: Come, and remember your parts: be bold (I pray you) follow me into the pit, and when I give the watch-'ords, do as I bid you: Come, come, trib, trib. The Windsor-bell hath struck twelve: the Minute drawes-on: Now the hot-bloodied-Gods assist me: Remember Jove, thou was't a Bull for thy Europa, Love set on thy horns. O powerful Love, that in some respects makes a Beast a Man: in some other, a Man a beast. You were also (Iupiter) a Swan, for the love of Leda: O omnipotent Love, how near the God drew to the complexion of a Goose: a fault done first in the form of a beast, (O Ioue, a beastly fault:) and then another fault, in the semblance of a Fowl, think on't (Ioue) a fowle-fault. When Gods have hot backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor Stag, and the fattest (I think) i' th' Forest. Send me a cool rut-time (Ioue) or who can blame me to piss my Tallow? Who comes here? my Do? Sir Iohn? Art thou there (my Deer?) My male-Deere? My do, with the black Scut? Let the sky rain Potatoes: let it thunder, to the tune of Greene-sleeues, haile-kissing Comfits, and snow Eringoes: Let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here. Mistress Page is come with me (sweet hart.) Divide me like a brib'd-Bucke, each a Haunch: I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow of this walk; and my horns I bequeath your husbands. Am I a Woodman, ha'? Speak I like Herne the Hunter? Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience, he makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome. Alas, what noise? Heaven forgive our sins. What should this be? Away, away. I think the devil will not have me damned, Lest the oil that's in me should set hell on fire; He would never else cross me thus. Fairies black, grey, green, and white, You Moonshine revellers, and shades of night. You Orphan heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office, and your quality. Crier Hobgoblyn, make the Fairy Oyes. Elves, list your names: Silence you airy toys. Cricket, to Windsor-chimnies shalt thou leap; Where fires thou findest vnrak'd, and hearths unswept, There pinch the Maids as blue as Bill-berry, Our radiant Queen, hates Sluts, and Sluttery. They are Fairies, he that speaks to them shall die, I'll wink, and couch: No man their works must eye.
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They are all couch'd in a pit hard by Hernes Oake, with obſcur'd Lights; which at the very inſtant of Falſtaffes and our meeting, they will at once diſplay to the night. That cannot chooſe but amaze him. If he be not amaz'd he will be mock'd: If he be amaz'd, he will euery way be mock'd. Wee'll betray him finely. Againſt ſuch Lewdſters, and their lechery, Thoſe that betray them, do no treachery. The houre drawes-on: to the Oake, to the Oake. Trib, trib Fairies: Come, and remember your parts: be pold (I pray you) follow me into the pit, and when I giue the watch-'ords, do as I pid you: Come, come, trib, trib. The Windſor-bell hath ſtroke twelue: the Minute drawes-on: Now the hot-bloodied-Gods aſſiſt me: Remember lou, thou was't a Bull for thy Europa, Loue ſet on thy hornes. O powerfull Loue, that in ſome reſpects makes a Beaſt a Man: in ſom other, a Man a beaſt. You were alſo (Iupiter) a Swan, for the loue of Leda: O omnipotent Loue, how nere the God drew to the complexion of a Gooſe: a fault done firſt in the forme of a beaſt, (O Ioue, a beaſtly fault:) and then another fault, in the ſemblance of a Fowle, thinke on't (Ioue) a fowle-fault. When Gods haue hot backes, what ſhall poore men do? For me, I am heere a Windſor Stagge, and the fatteſt (I thinke) i' th Forreſt. Send me a coole rut-time (Ioue) or who can blame me to piſſe my Tallow? Who comes heere? my Doe? Sir Iohn? Art thou there (my Deere?) My male-Deere? My Doe, with the blacke Scut? Let the skie raine Potatoes: let it thunder, to the tune of Greeneſleeues, haile-kiſſing Comfits, and ſnow Eringoes: Let there come a tempeſt of prouocation, I will ſhelter mee heere. Miſtris Page is come with me (ſweet hart.) Diuide me like a brib'd-Bucke, each a Haunch: I will keepe my ſides to my ſelfe, my ſhoulders for the fellow of this walke; and my hornes I bequeath your husbands. Am I a Woodman, ha? Speake I like Herne the Hunter? Why, now is Cupid a child of conſcience, he makes reſtitution. As I am a true ſpirit, welcome. Alas, what noiſe? Heauen forgiue our ſinnes. What ſhould this be? Away, away. I thinke the diuell wil not haue me damn'd, Leaſt the oyle that's in me ſhould ſet hell on fire; He would neuer elſe croſſe me thus. Fairies blacke, gray, greene, and white, You Moone-ſhine reuellers, and ſhades of night. You Orphan heires of fixed deſtiny, Attend your office, and your quality. Crier Hob-goblyn, make the Fairy Oyes. Elues, liſt your names: Silence you aiery toyes. Cricket, to Windſor-chimnies ſhalt thou leape; Where fires thou find'ſt vnrak'd, and hearths vnſwept, There pinch the Maids as blew as Bill-berry, Our radiant Queene, hates Sluts, and Sluttery. They are Fairies, he that ſpeaks to them ſhall die, Ile winke, and couch: No man their workes muſt eie.