And bootless make the breathless housewife churn;
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm;
Mislead night-wanderers, laughing at their harm?
040 Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck:
Are not you he?
Puck.
[042] Thou speak’st aright;
I am that merry wanderer of the night.
I jest to Oberon, and make him smile,