1 Fay. My name is Penny.
Mop. I am sorry I cannot purse you.
Fris. I pray you sir what might I call you?
2 Fay. My name is Cricket.[117]
Fris. I would I were a chimney for your sake.
Io. I pray you, you prettie little fellow, whats your name?
3 Fay. My name is little, little Pricke.
Io. Little, little Pricke? ô you are a daungerous Fayrie, and fright all little wenches in the country out of their beds. I care not whose hand I were in, so I were out of yours.
1 Fay. I do come about the coppes
Leaping vpon flowers toppes;
Then I get vpon a Flie,
Shee carries me aboue the skie,
And trip and goe.
2 Fay. When a deaw drop falleth downe
And doth light vpon my crowne,
Then I shake my head and skip
And about I trip.