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ROBIN
How now, spirit? Whither wander you?
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ROBIN
Hello, spirit! Where are you going?
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FAIRY
Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire.
I do wander everywhere
Swifter than the moon’s sphere.
And I serve the fairy queen
To dew her orbs upon the green.
The cowslips tall her pensioners be.
In their gold coats spots you see.
Those be rubies, fairy favors.
In those freckles live their savors.
I must go seek some dewdrops here
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.
Farewell, thou lob of spirits. I’ll be gone.
Our queen and all our elves come here anon.
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FAIRY
I go over hills and valleys, through bushes and thorns, over parks
and fenced-in spaces, through water and fire. I wander everywhere
faster than the moon revolves around the Earth. I work for Titania,
the Fairy Queen, and organize fairy dances for her in the grass. The
cowslip flowers are her bodyguards. You’ll see that their
petals have spots on them—those are rubies, fairy gifts.
Their sweet smells come from those little freckles. Now I have to go
find some dewdrops and hang a pearl earring on every cowslip flower.
Goodbye, you dumb old spirit. I’ve got to go. The queen
and her elves will be here soon.
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ROBIN
The king doth keep his revels here tonight.
5Take heed the queen come not within his sight.
For Oberon is passing fell and wrath
Because that she, as her attendant hath
A lovely boy stolen from an Indian king.
She never had so sweet a changeling.
10And jealous Oberon would have the child
Knight of his train, to trace the forests wild.
But she perforce withholds the lovèd boy,
Crowns him with flowers, and makes him all her joy.
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ROBIN
The king’s having a party here tonight. Just make sure
the queen doesn’t come anywhere near him, because King
Oberon is extremely angry. He’s furious because she stole
an adorable boy from an Indian king. She’s never
kidnapped such a darling human child before, and Oberon’s
jealous. He wants the child for himself, to accompany him on his
wanderings through the wild forests. But the queen refuses to hand
the boy over to Oberon. Instead, she puts flowers in the
boy’s hair and makes a fuss over him.
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