When they were come into Faery's Court They rang -- no one at home -- all gone to sport And dance and kiss and love as faerys do For Faries be as human lovers true -- Amid the woods they were so lone and wild Where even the Robin feels himself exil'd And where the very books as if affraid Hurry along to some less magic shade. 'No one at home'! the fretful princess cry'd 'And all for nothing such a dre[a]ry ride And all for nothing my new diamond cross No one to see my persian feathers toss No one to see my Ape, my Dwarf, my Fool Or how I pace my Otaheitan mule. Ape, Dwarf and Fool why stand you gaping there Burst the door open, quick -- or I declare I'll switch you soundly and in pieces tear.' The Dwarf began to tremble and the Ape Star'd at the Fool, the Fool was all agape The Princess grasp'd her switch but just in time The Dwarf with piteous face began to rhyme. 'O mighty Princess did you ne'er hear tell What your poor servants know but too too well Know you the three great crimes in faery land The first alas! poor Dwarf I understand I made a whipstock of a faery's wand The next is snoring in their company The next the last the direst of the three Is making free when they are not at home. I was a Prince -- a baby prince -- my doom
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