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Section 367
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1Puck.
2My Fairie Lord, this must be done with haste,
3For night‑swift Dragons cut the Clouds full fast,
4And yonder shines Auroras harbinger;
5At whose approach Ghosts wandring here and there,
6Troope home to Church‑yards; damned spirits all,
7That in crosse‑waies and flouds haue buriall,
8Alreadie to their wormie beds are gone;