When not too much together.
Titania.
When pouts the wife, and frets the man,
This cure is best in Nature,
Him to the Arctic circle ban,
And her to the Equator.
Orchestra. [Tutti. Fortissimo]
Snout of fly, and nose of gnat,
Lead on the band before us!
Frog and cricket, cat and bat,
Join merry in the chorus!
Solo.
A soap-bell for a doodle-sack,[3]
The merry waters troubling!
Hear the snecke-snicke-snack,
From its snub-nose bubbling!
Embryo-Spirit.
Legs of spider, paunch of toad,
And wings, if you would know it;
Nor fish, nor fowl, but on the road
Perhaps to be a poet!
A Pair of Dancers.
With many a nimble pace and spring,
Through honey-dew and vapour,
Trips o’er the ground the little thing,
But higher cannot caper.
Inquisitive Traveller.
Do I see a real thing,
Or is it all delusion?
Oberon, the fairy king,
Amid this wild confusion.
Orthodox.
Though neither tail nor claws are his,
’Tis true beyond all cavil,
As devils were the gods of Greece,
He too must be a devil.
Northern Artist.
’Tis but a sketch, I must admit;
But what I can’t unravel
To-night, I’ll know, with larger wit,
From my Italian travel.
Purist.
Alas! that I should see it too!
Here we a riot rare have!
Of all the crew, there are but two
That powder on their hair have.
Young Witch.
Powder and petticoat for grey
And wrinkled hags are fitting;
But I my lusty limbs display,
