[Exit.]
OBERON
[As he speaks, the fairies come flocking from all sides into the glade.]
Methinks they grow
Too fond of feasting. As I passed this way
I saw the fairy halls of hollowed oaks
All lighted with their pale green glow-worm lamps.
And under great festoons of maiden-hair
Their brilliant mushroom tables groaned with food.
Hundreds of rose-winged fairies banqueted!
All Sherwood glittered with their prismy goblets
Brimming the thrice refined and luscious dew
Not only of our own most purplest violets,
But of strange fragrance, wild exotic nectars,
Drawn from the fairy blossoms of some star
Beyond our tree-tops! Ay, beyond that moon
Which is our natural limit—the big lamp
Heaven lights upon our boundary.
ORCHIS
Mighty King,
The Court is all attendant on thy word.
OBERON
[With great dignity.]
Elves, pixies, nixies, gnomes and leprechauns,
[He pauses.]