Over woods, high rocks, and mountains,

Over seas our mistress’ fountains,

Over steep towers and turrets,

We fly by night, ‘mongst troops of spirits.

No ring of bells to our ears sounds,

No howls of wolves, no yelp of hounds:

No, not the noise of water’s breach,

Or cannon’s roar, our height can reach.

(Above.) No ring of bells, &c.

Fire. Well, mother, I thank you for your kindness. You must be gamboling i’ th’ air, and leave me here like a fool and a mortal.