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Rh Now whilst he gaz'd, a gallant drest In flaunting robes above the rest,
 * With awfull accent cried,

What mortal of a wretched mind, Whose sighs infect the balmy wind,
 * Has here presumed to hide?

At this the swain, whose venturous soul No fears of magic art controul,
 * Advanc'd in open sight;

'Nor have I cause of dreed,' he said, 'Who view, by no presumption led,
 * Your revels of the night.

Twas grief for scorn of faithful love, Which made my steps unweeting rove
 * Amid the nightly dew.'

'Tis well, the gallant cries again, We faeries never injure men
 * Who dare to tell us true.

Exalt thy love-dejected heart, Be mine the task, or ere we part,
 * To make thee grief resign;

Now take the pleasure of thy chaunce; Whilst I with Mab my partner daunce,
 * Be little Mable thine.

He spoke, and all a sudden there Light musick floats in wanton air;
 * The monarch leads the queen;