Enter sir Hugh like a Satyre, and boyes drest like Fayries, mistresse Quickly, like the Queene of Fayries: they sing a song about him, and afterward speake.
Quic: You Fayries that do haunt these shady groues,
Looke round about the wood if you can espie
A mortall that doth haunt our sacred round:
If such a one you can espy, giue him his due,
And leaue not till you pinch him blacke and blew:
Giue them their charge Puck ere they part away.
Sir Hu. Come hither Peane, goe to the countrie houses,
XVII. 25 And when you finde a slut that lies a sleepe,
And all her dishes foule, and roome vnswept,