Why have you come here from the farthest mountains of India? The only reason is that your Amazonian warrior mistress Hippolyta is getting married to Theseus, and you’ve come to bless their marriage. But I know you’ve slipped away from fairyland, pretended to be Corin the shepherd, and played love songs on corn pipes to Phillida, the Thracian king’s daughter. I have sworn off Oberon and I’ll never sleep with him. What do you want, jealous Oberon? Fairies, let’sleave. It’s not so great to see you, haughty Titania. Then all the women put their hands on their hips and laugh, and sneeze, and swear it’s the funniest thing that’s ever happened. A wise old woman telling sad stories sometimes thinks I’m a tripod stool, and when I slip out from under her, she falls down, cries “ouch!” and starts coughing. Sometimes I lurk in the bowl of a gossipy old woman, and when she drinks I bob up like an apple against her lips and make her spill beer all over her wrinkled neck. I joke with Oberon and make him smile when I trick a fat old horse by neighing like a young foal.
Aren’t you the one who scares young women in the village, stealing the cream off the top of the milk, breaking the hand mill, and wearing out the housewives by preventing the milk they churn from turning into butter? The one who leads people astray as they walk at night, and then laughs at them? You work on behalf of those who call you hobgoblin and sweet puck. Unless I’ve mistaken you for someone else, you’re Robin Goodfellow, that playful, mischievous spirit. They fight so much that all their fairies hide in acorn cups. And now Oberon and Titania fight every time they meet-whether it’s in the forest, the fields, by springs, or at night. She gives the boy flower crowns and dotes on him. But she refuses to turn the boy over to Oberon. Oberon is jealous, and wants the child to be his attendant and roam the wild forests with him. Make sure he doesn’t see the Queen, because Oberon is very angry that Titania has taken a young boy from an Indian king to act as her attendant. The Fairy King, Oberon, will celebrate here tonight. Our Queen Titania and all her elves are coming soon. I’m here searching for dewdrops, so that I can hang them on the petals of cowslips. You can smell their perfume in those spots. You an see dark spots on their yellow petals these are rubies that are gifts from fairies. I serve the Fairy Queen Titania, placing dew on her fairy circles in the grass. I wander over hills and through valleys, through bushes and through shrubs, over hunting grounds and over pastures, through flood and through fire - faster than the moon orbits the earth. How are you, fairy? Where are you going? Fairy
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