"FAIRY: Either I mistake your shape and making quite,
Or else you are that shrewd and
knavish sprite
Called Robin
Goodfellow. Are not you he
That frights the maidens of the villagery,
Skim milk, and sometimes labour in the
quern,
And bootless make the breathless housewife churn,
And sometime make the drink to bear no barm,
Mislead night-wanders, laughing at their harm?
Those that Hobgoblin call you, and sweet Puck,
You do their work, and they shall have good luck.
Are you not he? "
