Come all into this Nut (quoth she)
    Come closely in be rul’d by me,
    Each one may here a chuser be,
      For roome yee need not wrastle: 
    Nor neede yee be together heapt;
    So one by one therein they crept,
    And lying downe they soundly slept,
      And safe as in a Castle.

    Nimphidia that this while doth watch,
    Perceiu’d if Puck the Queene should catch 370
    That he should be her ouer-match,
      Of which she well bethought her;
    Found it must be some powerfull Charme,
    The Queene against him that must arme,
    Or surely he would doe her harme,
      For throughly he had sought her.

    And listning if she ought could heare,
    That her might hinder, or might feare: 
    But finding still the coast was cleare,
      Nor creature had discride her; 380
    Each circumstance and hauing scand,
    She came thereby to vnderstand,
    Puck would be with them out of hand
      When to her Charmes she hide her: 

    And first her Ferne seede doth bestowe,
    The kernell of the Missletowe: 
    And here and there as Puck should goe,
      With terrour to affright him: 
    She Night-shade strawes to work him ill,
    Therewith her Veruayne and her Dill, 390
    That hindreth Witches of their will,
      Of purpose to dispight him.

    Then sprinkles she the iuice of Rue,
    That groweth vnderneath the Yeu: 
    With nine drops of the midnight dewe,
      From Lunarie distilling: 
    The Molewarps braine mixt therewithall;
    And with the same the Pismyres gall,
    For she in nothing short would fall;
      The Fayrie was so willing. 400

    Then thrice vnder a Bryer doth creepe,
    Which at both ends was rooted deepe,
    And ouer it three times shee leepe;
      Her Magicke much auayling: 
    Then on Proserpyna doth call,
    And so vpon her spell doth fall,
    Which here to you repeate I shall,
      Not in one tittle fayling.

    By the croking of the Frogge;
    By the howling of the Dogge; 410
    By the crying of the Hogge,
      Against the storme arising;
    By the Euening Curphewe bell;
    By the dolefull dying knell,
    O let this my direfull Spell,
      Hob, hinder thy surprising.

    By the Mandrakes dreadfull groanes;
    By the Lubricans sad moans;
    By the noyse of dead mens bones,
      In Charnell houses ratling:  420
    By the hissing of the Snake,
    The rustling of the fire-Drake,
    I charge thee thou this place forsake,
      Nor of Queene Mab be pratling.