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Scene V.

Maud. Puck.
[Mau.]
Hath he forsooke mee?

Puc.
At your beck, Madame.

Mau.
O Puck, my Goblin! I have lost my belt,
The strong theife, Robin Out-law, forc'd it from mee.

Puck.
They are other Cloudes and blacker threat you, Dame;
You must be wary, and pull in your sailes,
And yeeld unto the wether of the tempest.
You thinke your power's infinite as your malice;
And would do all your anger prompts you to:
But you must wait occasions, and obey them:
Saile in an egg-shell, make a straw your mast,
A Cobweb all your Cloth, and passe, unseen,
Till you have scap'd the rockes that are about you.

Mau.
What rock's about mee?

Puc.
I do love, Madam,
To shew you all your dangers, when you are past 'hem.
Come, follow mee, I'll once more be your pilot,
And you shall thanke mee.

Mau.
Lucky, my lov'd Goblin!
Where are you gaang, now?

Lor.
Unto my tree,
Lorel meetes her.
To see my Maistres.

Mau.
Gang thy gait, and try
Thy turnes, with better luck, or hang thy sel'.