NYMPHIDIA.
105
And list ning if she aught could hear,That her might hinder, or might fear;But finding still the coast was clear, Nor creature had descry'd her:Each circumstance and having scann'd,She came thereby to understand,Puck would be with them out of hand, When to her charms she hy'd her.
And first her fern-seed doth bestow,The kernel of the missletow;And here and there as Puck should go, With terror to affright him,She night-shade straws to work him ill,Therewith her vervain, and her dill,That hind'reth witches of their will, Of purpose to despight him.
Then sprinkles she the juice of rue,That groweth underneath the yew,With nine drops of the midnight dew, From lunary distilling;The molewarps brain mixt therewithall,And with the same the pismires gall:For she in nothing short would fall, The fairy was so willing.
