Chapter XVIII: Act I: Scene 6

_Jo._ Is it not a brave sight, Dorylas? Can the mortals
Caper so nimbly?

_Dor._ Verily they cannot.

_Jo._ Does not King Oberon bear a stately presence?
Mab is a beauteous empress.

_Dor._ Yet you kissed her
With admirable courtship.

_Jo._ I do think
There will be of Jocastus' brood in Fairy.

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_The._ But what estate shall he assure upon me?

_Jo._ A royal jointure, all in Fairy land.

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Dorylas knows it.
A curious park--

_Dor._ Paled round about with pickteeth.

_Jo._ Besides a house made all of mother-of-pearl,
An ivory tennis-court.

_Dor._ A nutmeg parlour.

_Jo._ A sapphire dairy-room.

_Dor._ A ginger hall.

_Jo._ Chambers of agate.

_Dor._ Kitchens all of crystal.

_Am._ O admirable! This it is for certain.

_Jo._ The jacks are gold.

_Dor._ The spits are Spanish needles.

_Jo._ Then there be walks--

_Dor._ Of amber.

_Jo._ Curious orchards--

_Dor._ That bear as well in winter as in summer.

_Jo._ 'Bove all, the fish-ponds, every pond is full--

_Dor._ Of nectar. Will this please you! Every grove
Stored with delightful birds.

ACT III.--SCENE 2.

_Dorylas says_,

Have at Jocastus' orchard! Dainty apples,
How lovely they look! Why these are Dorylas' sweetmeats.
Now must I be the princely Oberon,
And in a royal humour with the rest
Of royal fairies attendant, go in state
To rob an orchard. I have hid my robes
On purpose in a hollow tree.