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NYMPHIDIA.
Wherefore, attended with her maids,Through fogs, and mists, and damps, she wades,To Proserpine the queen of shades, To treat, that it would please herThe cause into her hands to take,For ancient love and friendships sake,And soon thereof an end to make, Which of much care would ease her.
A while there let we Mab alone,And come we to king Oberon,Who arm'd to meet his foe is gone, For proud Pigwiggen crying:Who sought the fairy king as fast,And had so well his journies cast,That he arrived at the last, His puissant foc espying.
Stout Tomalin came with the king,Tom Thum doth on Pigwiggen bring,That perfect were in every thing To single fights belonging:And therefore they themselves engage,To see them exercise their rage,With fair and comely equipage, Not one the other wronging.
