This thing Nymphidia overheard,
That on this mad King had a guard,
Not doubting of a great reward
For first this business broaching;
And through the air away doth go,
Swift as an arrow from the bow,
To let her sovereign Mab to know
What peril was approaching.
The Queen, bound with Love's powerful'st charm,
Sate with Pigwiggen arm in arm;