Reading A Midsommer Nights Dreame [A Midsummer Night's Dream]

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Rob.

Thou speak'st aright;

I am that merrie wanderer of the night:

I iest to Oberon, and make him smile,

When I a fat and beane‑fed horse beguile,

Neighing in likenesse of a silly foale,

And sometime lurke I in a Gossips bole,

In very likenesse of a roasted crab:

And when she drinkes, against her lips I bob,

And on her withered dewlop poure the Ale.

The wisest Aunt telling the saddest tale,

Sometime for three‑foot stoole, mistaketh me,

Then slip I from her bum, downe topples she,

And tailour cries, and fals into a coffe.

And then the whole quire hold their hips, and loffe,

And waxen in their mirth, and neeze, and sweare,

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