Enter Bohan with Obiron. III. Chor.
3. Act.
Boh. So Oberon, now it beginnes to worke in kinde,
The auncient Lords by leauing him aliue,
Disliking of his humors and respight,
Lets him run headlong till his flatterers,
Sweeting his thoughts of lucklesse lust, 1170
With vile perswations and alluring words,
Makes him make way by murther to his will,
Iudge fairie king, hast heard a greater ill?
Ober. Nor send more vertue in a countrie mayd,
I tell the Bohan it doth make me merrie,
To thinke the deeds the king meanes to performe.
Boha. To change that humour stand and see the rest,
I trow my sonne Slipper will shewes a iest.
Enter Slipper with a companion, bog, or wench, dauncing a
hornpipe, and daunce out againe. 1180
Boha. Now after this beguiling of our thoughts,
And changing them from sad to better glee,
Lets to our sell, and sit and see thee rest,
For I beleeue this Iig will prooue no iest. Exeunt.
Chorus Actus 3. Schena Prima. III. i.
Enter Slipper one way, and S. Bartram another way.
Bar. Ho fellow, stay and let me speake with thee.