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 0.76 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.
where's Bede? Go you, and where you find a maid That ere she sleep has thrice her prayers said, Raise up the Organs of her fantasy, Sleep she as sound as careless infancy, But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, Pinch them arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, & shins. About, about: Search Windsor Castle (Elves) within, and out. Strew good luck (Ouphes) on every sacred room, That it may stand till the perpetual doom, In state as wholesome, as in state 'tis sit, Worthy the Owner, and the Owner it. The several Chain of Order, look you scour With juice of Balm; and every precious flower, Each fair Instalment, Coat, and several Crest, With loyal Blazon, evermore be blessed. And Nightly-meadow-Fairies, look you sing Like to the Garters-Compasse, in a ring, Th' expressure that it bears: Greene let it be, Moat fertile-fresh than all the Field to see: And, Hony Soit Qui Mal-y-Pence, writ In Emrold-tuffes, Flowers purple, blue, and white, Like Saphire-pearle, and rich embroidery, Buckled below fair Knighthood's bending knee; Fairies use Flowers for their characterie. Away, disperse: But till 'tis one a clocke, Our Dance of Custom, round about the Oak Of Herne the Hunter, let us not forget. Pray you lock hand in hand: yourselves in order set: And twenty glow-worms shall our Lanterns be To guide our Measure round about the Tree. But stay, I smell a man of middle earth. heavens defend me from that Welsh Fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of Cheese. Vild worm, thou wast o'erlooked even in thy birth. With Triall-fire touch me his finger end: If he be chaste, the flame will back descend And turn him to no pain: but if he start, It is the flesh of a corrupted hart. A trial, come. Come: will this wood take fire? Oh, oh, oh. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire. About him (Fairy's) sing a scornful rhyme, And as you trip, still pinch him to your time. Fie on sinful fantasy. Fie on Lust, and Luxury: Lust is but a bloody fire, kindled with unchaste desire, Fed in heart whose flames aspire, As thoughts do blow them higher and higher. Pinch him (Fairy's) mutually: Pinch him for his villainy. Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Till Candles, & Starlight, & Moonshine be out. Nay do not fly, I think we have watched you now: Will none but Herne the Hunter serve your turn? I pray you come, hold up the jest no higher. Now (good Sir Iohn) how like you Windsor wives? See you these husband? Do not these fair yokes Become the Forest better than the Town? Now Sir, whose a Cuckold now? Mr Broom, Falstaffes a Knave, a Cuckoldly knave, here are his horns Master Broome: And Master Broome, he hath enjoyed nothing of Fords, but his Buck-basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money, which must be paid to Mr Broome, his horses are arrested for it, Mr Broome.
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Wher's Bede? Go you, and where you find a maid That ere ſhe ſleepe has thrice her prayers ſaid, Raiſe vp the Organs of her fantaſie, Sleepe ſhe as ſound as careleſſe infancie, But thoſe as ſleepe, and thinke not on their ſins, Pinch them armes, legs, backes, ſhoulders, ſides, & ſhins. About, about: Search Windſor Caſtle (Elues) within, and out. Strew good k (Ouphes) on euery ſacred roome, That it may ſtand till the perpetuall doome, In ſtate as wholſome, as in ſtate 'tis ſit, Worthy the Owner, and the Owner it. The ſeuerall Chai of Order, tooke you ſowre With iuyce of Balme; and euery precious flowre, Each faire Inſtalment, Coate, and ſeu'rall Creſt, With loyall Blazon, euermore be bleſt. And Nightly-meadow-Fairies, looke you ſing Like to the Garters-Compaſſe, in a ring, Th' expreſſure that it beares: Greene let it be, Mote fertile-freſh then all the Field to ſee: And, Hony Soit Qui Mal-y-Pence, write In Emrold-tuffes, Flowres purple, blew, and white, Like Saphire-pearle, and rich embroiderie, Buckled below faire Knight-hoods bending knee; Fairies vſe Flowres for their characterie. Away, diſperſe: But till 'tis one a clocke, Our Dance of Cuſtome, round about the Oke Of Herne the Hunter, let vs not forget. Pray you lock hand in hand: your ſelues in order ſet: And twenty glow-wormes ſhall our Lanthornes bee To guide our Meaſure round about the Tree. But ſtay, I ſmell a man of middle earth. Heauens defend me from that Welſh Fairy, Leaſt he transforme me to a peece of Cheeſe. Vilde worme, thou waſt ore-look'd euen in thy birth. With Triall-fire touch me his finger end: If he be chaſte, the flame will backe deſcend And turne him to no paine: but if he ſtart, It is the fleſh of a corrupted hart. A triall, come. Come: will this wood take fire? Oh, oh, oh. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in deſire. About him (Fairies) ſing a ſcornfull rime, And as you trip, ſtill pinch him to your time. Fie on ſinnefull phantaſie▪ Fie on Luſt, and Luxurie: Luſt is but a bloudy fire, kindled with vnchaste deſire, Fed in heart whoſe flames aſpire, As thoughts do blow them higher and higher. Pinch him (Fairies) mutually: Pinch him for his villanie. Pinch him, and burne him, and turne him about, Till Candles, & Star-light, & Moone-ſhine be out. Nay do not flye, I thinke we haue watcht you now: VVill none but Herne the Hunter ſerue your turne? I pray you come, hold vp the ieſt no higher. Now (good Sir Iohn) how like you Windſor wiues? See you theſe husband? Do not theſe faire yoakes Become the Forreſt better then the Towne? Now Sir, whoſe a Cuckold now? Mr Broome, Falstaffes a Knaue, a Cuckoldly knaue, Heere are his hornes Maſter Broome: And Maſter Broome, he hath enioyed nothing of Fords, but his Buck-basket, his cudgell, and twenty pounds of money, which muſt be paid to Mr Broome, his horſes are arreſted for it, Mr Broome.