I’ll tell my tale, so rot the heav’ns.
Puck.So rot you too, you atom ouphe.
Elf.Deep in a forest of fell grass
A black and felon ant I found——
Puck.Fit foe for you.
Elf. Puck.Fit foe for you.With cunning base,
He gript me by the breeks behind.
I, not in quick distraction lost,
Made seizure of his armour’d throat
With the left gauntlet; with the right,