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Chortis of Fairies . Oberon , descende citus , Ne cogaris lainc invitus . Canes andio latrantes , Et mortales vigilantes .
[ Oberon , descend , we pray thee , Lest a swift stick overlay thee . Dogs are on the watch , and barking "; Eyes of mortals anti-larking . ] Joe . Prince Oberon ! I heard his Grace ' s name .
Brom . Oho ! I spy his Grace . Most noble Prince , Come down , or I will pelt your Grace with stones , That I believe your Grace was ne ' er so pelted , Since ' twas a Grace . Dor . Bold mortal , hold thy hand .
Brom . Immortal thief , come down , or I will fetch you . Methinks it should impair his Grace ' s honour , To steal poor mortals' apples . Now , have at you . Dor . Jocastus , we are Oberon ; and we thought , That one so near to us as you in favour , Would not have suffer ed this profane rude groom Thus to impair our royalty .
Joe . Gracious Prince , The fellow is a fool , and not yet purg'd From his mortality . Dor . Did we , out of love And our entire affection , of all orchards Choose yours , to make it happy by our dances , Light airy measures , and fantastic rings ; And you , ungrateful mortal , thus requite us , All for one apple I
Joe . Villain , thou hast undone me ! His Grace is much incens'd . Dor . You know , Jocastus , Our Grace have orchards of our own , more precious Than mortals can have any : and we sent you A present of them t ' other day .
Joe . ; Tis right ; Your Grace ' s humble servant must acknowledge it . Brom . Some of his own , I ' m sure ! Dor . I must confess , Their outside look'd something like yours indeed ; But then the taste more relish'd of eternity , The same with nectar .
Joe . Your good Grace is welcome To any thing I have . Nay , gentlemen , Pray do not you spare neither . Elves . Ti-ti-ta-ti . Joe . What say these mighty peers , great Oberon ?
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Sept. 1, 1837, page 214, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct1835/page/70/
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