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PUCK (Also known as Robin Goodfellow) I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And “tailor” cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

FAIRY And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

PUCK Through forest, glade, or the thickets deep and dense, Each night I journey with no consequence, To jest and trick those traveling alone, Turning their blunders into tales well known. Sometimes I’ll mimic voices in the night, Lead travelers astray by fairy light. Mischief and laughter, in the moon's soft glow, Are the delights we fairies well do sow. Oberon, my king, with his queen doth fight, And I, in jest, seek to make their wrongs right.

To frolic in the moonlight’s gentle gleams, To weave the threads of mortals’ midnight dreams, This is the life of Puck, the knavish sprite, Whose tales of mischief fill the starry night.

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow.

PUCK (Also known as Robin Goodfellow) I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And “tailor” cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

FAIRY And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

PUCK Through forest, glade, or the thickets deep and dense, Each night I journey with no consequence, To jest and trick those traveling alone, Turning their blunders into tales well known. Sometimes I’ll mimic voices in the night, Lead travelers astray by fairy light. Mischief and laughter, in the moon's soft glow, Are the delights we fairies well do sow. Oberon, my king, with his queen doth fight, And I, in jest, seek to make their wrongs right.

To frolic in the moonlight’s gentle gleams, To weave the threads of mortals’ midnight dreams, This is the life of Puck, the knavish sprite, Whose tales of mischief fill the starry night.

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow.

PUCK (Also known as Robin Goodfellow) I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And “tailor” cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

FAIRY And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

PUCK Through forest, glade, or the thickets deep and dense, Each night I journey with no consequence, To jest and trick those traveling alone, Turning their blunders into tales well known. Sometimes I’ll mimic voices in the night, Lead travelers astray by fairy light. Mischief and laughter, in the moon's soft glow, Are the delights we fairies well do sow. Oberon, my king, with his queen doth fight, And I, in jest, seek to make their wrongs right.

To frolic in the moonlight’s gentle gleams, To weave the threads of mortals’ midnight dreams, This is the life of Puck, the knavish sprite, Whose tales of mischief fill the starry night.

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow.

PUCK (Also known as Robin Goodfellow) I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And “tailor” cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

FAIRY And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

PUCK Through forest, glade, or the thickets deep and dense, Each night I journey with no consequence, To jest and trick those traveling alone, Turning their blunders into tales well known. Sometimes I’ll mimic voices in the night, Lead travelers astray by fairy light. Mischief and laughter, in the moon's soft glow, Are the delights we fairies well do sow. Oberon, my king, with his queen doth fight, And I, in jest, seek to make their wrongs right.

To frolic in the moonlight’s gentle gleams, To weave the threads of mortals’ midnight dreams, This is the life of Puck, the knavish sprite, Whose tales of mischief fill the starry night.

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow.

PUCK (Also known as Robin Goodfellow) I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And “tailor” cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

FAIRY And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

PUCK Through forest, glade, or the thickets deep and dense, Each night I journey with no consequence, To jest and trick those traveling alone, Turning their blunders into tales well known. Sometimes I’ll mimic voices in the night, Lead travelers astray by fairy light. Mischief and laughter, in the moon's soft glow, Are the delights we fairies well do sow. Oberon, my king, with his queen doth fight, And I, in jest, seek to make their wrongs right.

To frolic in the moonlight’s gentle gleams, To weave the threads of mortals’ midnight dreams, This is the life of Puck, the knavish sprite, Whose tales of mischief fill the starry night.

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow.

PUCK (Also known as Robin Goodfellow) I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And “tailor” cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

FAIRY And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

PUCK Through forest, glade, or the thickets deep and dense, Each night I journey with no consequence, To jest and trick those traveling alone, Turning their blunders into tales well known. Sometimes I’ll mimic voices in the night, Lead travelers astray by fairy light. Mischief and laughter, in the moon's soft glow, Are the delights we fairies well do sow. Oberon, my king, with his queen doth fight, And I, in jest, seek to make their wrongs right.

To frolic in the moonlight’s gentle gleams, To weave the threads of mortals’ midnight dreams, This is the life of Puck, the knavish sprite, Whose tales of mischief fill the starry night.

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow.

PUCK (Also known as Robin Goodfellow) I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And “tailor” cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

FAIRY And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

PUCK Through forest, glade, or the thickets deep and dense, Each night I journey with no consequence, To jest and trick those traveling alone, Turning their blunders into tales well known. Sometimes I’ll mimic voices in the night, Lead travelers astray by fairy light. Mischief and laughter, in the moon's soft glow, Are the delights we fairies well do sow. Oberon, my king, with his queen doth fight, And I, in jest, seek to make their wrongs right.

To frolic in the moonlight’s gentle gleams, To weave the threads of mortals’ midnight dreams, This is the life of Puck, the knavish sprite, Whose tales of mischief fill the starry night.

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow.

PUCK (Also known as Robin Goodfellow) I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And “tailor” cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

FAIRY And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

PUCK Through forest, glade, or the thickets deep and dense, Each night I journey with no consequence, To jest and trick those traveling alone, Turning their blunders into tales well known. Sometimes I’ll mimic voices in the night, Lead travelers astray by fairy light. Mischief and laughter, in the moon's soft glow, Are the delights we fairies well do sow. Oberon, my king, with his queen doth fight, And I, in jest, seek to make their wrongs right.

To frolic in the moonlight’s gentle gleams, To weave the threads of mortals’ midnight dreams, This is the life of Puck, the knavish sprite, Whose tales of mischief fill the starry night.

Read the passage given below and answer the questions that follow.

PUCK (Also known as Robin Goodfellow) I am that merry wanderer of the night. I jest to Oberon and make him smile When I a fat and bean-fed horse beguile, Neighing in likeness of a filly foal: And sometime lurk I in a gossip’s bowl, In very likeness of a roasted crab, And, when she drinks, against her lips I bob And on her wither’d dewlap pour the ale. The wisest aunt, telling the saddest tale, Sometime for three-foot stool mistaketh me; Then slip I from her bum, down topples she, And “tailor” cries, and falls into a cough; And then the whole quire hold their hips and laugh, And waxen in their mirth and neeze and swear A merrier hour was never wasted there. But, room, fairy! here comes Oberon.

FAIRY And here my mistress. Would that he were gone!

PUCK Through forest, glade, or the thickets deep and dense, Each night I journey with no consequence, To jest and trick those traveling alone, Turning their blunders into tales well known. Sometimes I’ll mimic voices in the night, Lead travelers astray by fairy light. Mischief and laughter, in the moon's soft glow, Are the delights we fairies well do sow. Oberon, my king, with his queen doth fight, And I, in jest, seek to make their wrongs right.

To frolic in the moonlight’s gentle gleams, To weave the threads of mortals’ midnight dreams, This is the life of Puck, the knavish sprite, Whose tales of mischief fill the starry night.

Read the extract given below and answer the questions that follow.

"To be, or not to be, that is the question:

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take arms against a sea of troubles

And by opposing end them. To die: to sleep;

No more; and by a sleep to say we end

The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks

That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation

Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep;

To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub;

For in that sleep of death what dreams may come

When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,

Must give us pause: there's the respect

That makes calamity of so long life;"