You [orphan] heirs of fixed destiny,
Attend your office and your quality.
Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy oyes.
40 Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys.
Cricket, to Windsor chimneys [shalt thou leap]:
Where fires thou find’st unraked and hearths [unswept],
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry:
Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.
45 Fal. They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die: I’ll wink and couch: no man their works must eye. [Lies down upon his face.]
Evans. Where’s [Bede]? Go you, and where you find a maid