_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.
* * * * *
_The._ But what estate shall he assure upon me?
_Jo._ A royal jointure, all in Fairy land.
* * * * *
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.