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Chorus of Fairies , Nos beata Fauni proles , Quibus non est magna moles , Quamvis Lunam incolamu ? , Hortos s < Bpe frequentamus .
Furto cuncta magis bella , Furto dulcior puella , Furto omnia decora , Furto poma dulciora .
Cum mortales lecto jacent , Nobis poma noctu placent ; Ilia tamen sunt ingrata , Nisi furto sint parata .
[ We , the Fairies , blithe and antic , Of dimensions not gigantic , Though the moonshine mostly keep us , Oft in orchards frisk and peep us * Stolen sweets are always sweeter , Stolen kisses much completer , Stolen looks are nice in chapels , Stolen , stolen be your apples .
When to bed the world are bobbing , Then ' s the time for orchard robbing ; Yet the fruit were scarce worth peeling , Were it not for stealing , stealing . ] Enter Jocastus and Bromius . Joe . What divine noise , fraught with immortal harmony , Salutes mine ears ?
Brom . Why , this immortal harmony Rather salutes your orchard . These young rascals , These peascod shelters , do so cheat my master , We cannot have an apple in the orchard , But strait some fairy longs for it . Well , if I Might have my will , a whip again should jerk ' em Into their old mortality .
Joe . Dar ' st thou , screech-owl , With thy rude croaking interrupt their music , Whose melody hath made the spheres to lay Their heavenly lutes aside , only to listen To their more charming notes ? Brom . Say what you will , I say a cudgel now were excellent music .