San. Sure, she'll not
Be so unworthy to delude me now!
Brow. But I had a more prosperous fate in love.
My lord, I met my mistress.
San. You a mistress!
Brow. A mistress, to whose beauty I have paid
My vows, most fervent vows, e'er since I was
Of stature fit to be an amorist.
San. One of the maids-of-honour to Queen Mab?
Brow. Your lordship guesses near; for she is one
O' th' chamberers to her Fairy Majesty:
A lady of most subtle wit, who, while
She puts a handkerchief or gorget on,
Her little highness holds intelligence.
She raiseth factions, and unites the angry:
She's much upon design.
San. Where found you her?
Brow. Walking alone, under the shadow of
A tulip, and inveighing 'gainst court-arts,
'Cause one of Oberon's grooms had got from her
The monopoly of transporting gnats—
A project she long aim'd at.
San. No more fooling:
I am grown angry with my patience.
Boy, sing those verses were presented me
This morning.
Brow. I will creep behind a bush,
And then for voice vie with the nightingale:
If seen, I am so bashful.