Part 9 (1/2)

”Good! Then let us be ht and his deary, For song and for sport

”But none that are glooh the palace be roomy, Their space is all lost”

Puck boweth full low, And a blue-bell he tinkleth, And the courtiers inflow, As thick as stars twinkleth

And the King, frorand, And the favored of places

Saluteth this grandee, And passeth that by; This sport, or that dandy, To the tail of each eye

”God een! my brave hearties, Thou Fat and thou Thin, How barren our parties If thou art not in!

”Thou Nut and thou Cherry, Thou Leaf and Thou Bloom, Thou Bud and thou Berry, All welcome to room

”Thou Red, and thou Yellow, Thou Purple, thou Green, And--who is that fellow, With blood in his een?

”Thou Lobster, co!

What folly to steal here To this ht of the queen”

Saith the ranger ”And stranger To thy pleasure, I ween

”I come from the people, With the people I dwell

I favor the steeple, I favor the bell

”Ten thousand are weary, That furnish thee sport, Their homes are adreary, To furnish thy court”

(_A faint low rumble of thunder cometh from over the hills_,) _and Oberon saith_,

”'Tis an orator, Hollo!

We've so here new!

Whatever h

”Continue, thou swine herd, Right gladly we'll hear, Of the grunts of thy fine herd, And the stys that are drear”

The orator boweth, And unrolleth a scroll

And such sentences floweth, To the cheek by jowl:

_To the greatest of Kings, Whos, Fros:_

”We are weary of wine and of laughter, We are weary of wo!

Co!”

Then the palace, to do the foa_)