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 | | This thing Nymphidia overheard, That on this mad king had a guard, Not doubting of a great reward, For first this business broaching; And through the air away doth go, Swift as an arrow from the bow, To let her sovereign Mab to know What peril was approaching. |
 | | Stout Tomalin came with the King, Tom Thumb doth on Pigwiggin bring, That perfect were in everything To single fights belonging: And therefore they themselves engage, To see them exercise their rage, With fair and comely equipage, Not one the other wronging. |
 | | King Oberon forgotten had, That he for jealousy ran mad, But of his Queen was wondrous glad, And asked how they came thither: Pigwiggin likewise doth forget That he Queen Mab had ever met; Or that they were so hard beset, When they were found together. |
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