Oberon. But million’d men, rid of our sooth control,
Like chattering magpies in a frozen field,
Or eyeless emmets pestering in the mire,
Have fought for foolish gods, and furrow’d earth,
And fed the sea, or sop’d the soil with blood,
All about nothing.
Titania. All about nothing.Who strew’d the spell? Some Sage?
Oberon.Rather some fool! For fools, ’tis writ, have power
To clamp the whole world in inviolate chains
Whene’er they wish!