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 Our feast of reconcilement—shall it be

That our first act, united, is revenge?

Is not this Boy as beauteous as a Child

Of Fairy-land? Shall we misuse the power

That we are gifted with, to work him ill?

Nay—how much better, how much nobler 'twere,

Worthier of spirits good, our might t'employ,

For good alone. Is not the feeling sweet,

Unspeakably, when we may furtherers be

Of happiness, to any? Is it not

This same most holy feeling, that makes men

Grow to resemble gods? Then, Oberon,

My Lord—my love—yield to my pleading now;

Let us, instead of harming, send him hence

Enriched with blessings.

Yet, thou know'st thyself

How strict the laws are of our Spirit-realm;

This bold intruder, who ...