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The Devil in the Hedgerow

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A Celebration of Folk Horror

A Midsummer Night’s Dream, Act II, Scene I [Over hill, over dale] William Shakespeare 1564 – A wood near Athens. A Fairy speaks. Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander every where, Swifter than the moon’s sphere; And I serve the fairy queen, To dew her orbs upon the green: The cowslips tall her pensioners be; In their gold coats spots you see; Those be rubies, fairy favours, In those freckles live their savours: I must go seek some dew-drops here And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear. Farewell, thou lob of spirits: I’ll be gone; Our queen and all her elves come here anon. A Midsummer Night’s Dream by Roberto Ricci