NYMPHIDIA.
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In comes Nymphidia, and doth cry,"My sovereign, for your safety fly,For there is danger but too nigh, I posted to forewarn you:The king hath sent Hob-goblin out,To seek you all the fields about,And of your safety you may doubt, If he but once discern you."
When, like an uproar in a town,Before them every thing went down ;Some tore a ruff, and some a gown, 'Gainst one another justlingThey flew about like chaff i' th' wind;For haste some left their masks behind,Some could not stay their gloves to find; There never was such bustling.
Forth ran they by a secret way,Into a brake that near them lay,Yet much they doubted there to stay, Lest Hob should hap to find them:He had a sharp and piercing sight,All one to him the day and night,And therefore were resolv'd by flight, To leave this place behind them.
