That villain hath defiled my bed,
He to this folly drew her."
Quoth Puck, "My liege, I'll never lin[[9]],
But I will thorough thick and thin,
Until at length I bring her in;
My dearest lord, ne'er doubt it.
Thorough brake, thorough briar,
Thorough muck, thorough mire,
Thorough water, thorough fire;
And thus goes Puck about it."