Or just a little boy—with me?
[She holds out her arms and he runs into them. The captive Fairy, released, runs back to her companions.]
Fairies. Welladay! Welladay!
We have lost our new-made fay!
Mother. Shame upon you, naughty band!
Thieving up and down the land!
Stealing little lads away,
Luring them to join your play!
Have you nothing else to do?
There is better work for you!