Mother. First the lad and then the fay!
I’ll not trust you, spirits, nay!
[Some of the fairies run off, during the next speech, and are seen returning with the boy.]
Monkshood.
Mortal, you shall have your will,
Only this you must fulfil
Since your lad has with us been,
Since he’s worn the fairy green,
Whether now you win or lose,
You must leave him free to choose