The King hath sent Hobgoblin out,
To seek you all the fields about,
And of your safety you may doubt
If he but once discern you."
When, like an uproar in a town,
Before them everything went down;
Some tore a ruff, and some a gown,
'Gainst one another justling;
They flew about like chaff i' th' wind;
For haste some left their masks behind;