“Go, girl, seek happy nights to happy days.” Dusty sighed thinking of what would become of herself.

Out in the streets of Nome a pack dogs were laughing and enjoying themselves, one had a lamp, and with one his head down lingering behind them.

Kodi spoke up after the other calmed down a bit, “What, shall this speech be spoke, “for our excuse? Or shall we on without a apology?”

Kirby went back to answer Kodi, “The date is out of such prolixity: We'll have no Cupid hoodwink'd with a scarf, Bearing a Tartar's painted bow of lath,
Scaring the ladies like a crow-keeper.”

He placed his paw on his shoulder, “Nor no without-book prologue, faintly spoke After the prompter, for our entrance: But let them measure us by what they will; We'll measure them a measure, and be gone.”

They had been brought along the a lamp to help them see in the dark Kodi looked at it, “Give me a lamp: I am not for this ambling; Being but heavy, I will bear the light.”

Ralph went down from the group to his friend, “Nay, gentle Kodi, we must have you dance.”

Kodi shook his towards him, “Not I, believe me: you have dancing paws with nimble palm: I have a soul of lead so stakes me to the ground I cannot move.”

Ralph went next to Kodi pushing him with his shoulder as he happily spoke, “You are a lover; borrow Cupid's wings, and soar with them above a common bound.”

Kodi moved away from Ralph, “I am too sore enpierced with his shaft to soar with his light feathers, and so bound, I cannot bound a pitch above dull woe: Under love's heavy burden do I sink.”

Ralph walked up to him, “And, to sink in it, should you burden love; Too great oppression for a tender thing.”

Kodi looked at him, “Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.”

Ralph padded his head, “If love be rough with you, be rough with love; Prick love for pricking, and you beat love down. Give me a case to put my visage in:
A visor for a visor!”

He jumped up on to a wooden box, “what care I
what curious eye doth quote deformities? Here are the beetle brows shall blush for me.”

Kirby agreed with Ralph, “Come, knock and enter; and no sooner in, But every male betake him to his legs.”

Kodi turned his head away from them, “A lamp for me: let wantons light of heart tickle the senseless rushes with their heels.”

He sighed, “For I am proverb'd with a grandsire phrase; I'll be a candle-holder, and look on.
The game was ne'er so fair, and I am done.”

Ralph slightly pushed Kodi’s shoulder, “Tut, dun's the mouse, the constable's own word: If thou art dun, we'll draw thee from the mire.”

Ralph went up to a wooden box and jumped on it making a pose, “Of this sir-reverence love, wherein thou stick'st Up to the ears. Come, we burn daylight, ho!”

He lowered his ears, “Nay, that's not so.”

Ralph shook his paw, “I mean, sir, in delay we waste our lights in vain, like lamps by day. Take our good meaning, for our judgment sits Five times in that ere once in our five wits.”

He looked down depressed, “And we mean well in going to this mask; But 'tis no wit to go.”

Ralph was slightly annoyed with him, “Why, may one ask?”

He answered sorrowfully, “I dream'd a dream to-night.”

Ralph laughed, “And so did I.”

He looked up to his defense “Well, what was yours?”

Ralph sighed at him, “that dreamers often lie.”

He shook his head, “In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.”

Ralph smiled at him, “O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you. She is the fairies' midwife, and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate-stone
On the fore-finger of an alderman.”

He moved to Kirby explaining more, “Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep; Her wagon-spokes made of long spiders' legs,
The cover of the wings of grasshoppers, The traces of the smallest spider's web.”

He jumped up on a barrel with a slight pause, “The collars of the moonshine's watery beams, Her whip of cricket's bone, the lash of film, Her wagoner a small grey-coated gnat, Not so big as a round little worm.”

He jumped off the barrel everyone following as he told the story, “Prick'd from the lazy finger of a maid; Her chariot is an empty hazel-nut Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub, Time out o' mind the fairies' coachmakers. And in this state she gallops night by night.”

He suddenly turned around surprising a few dogs and Kirby, but not Kodi, “Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love; O'er courtiers' knees, that dream on court'sies straight, O'er lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees, O'er ladies ' lips, who straight on kisses dream, Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues.”

He moved to a more open spot went about in somewhat of circle moving forward continuing, “Because their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are: Sometime she gallops o'er a courtier's nose, And then dreams he of smelling out a suit; And sometime comes she with a tithe-pig's tail Tickling a parson's nose as a' lies asleep.”

He took a breath before continuing on, “Then dreams, he of another benefice: Sometime she driveth o'er a soldier's neck, And then dreams he of cutting foreign throats, Of breaches, ambuscadoes, Spanish blades, Of healths five-fathom deep; and then anon Drums in his ear, at which he starts and wakes, And being thus frighted swears a prayer or two And sleeps again.”

He turned around again and stopped where he was making the others stop, “This is that very Mab That plats the manes of horses in the night, And bakes the elflocks in foul sluttish hairs, Which once untangled, much misfortune bodes.”

Kodi felt increasing uncomfortable with Ralph’s story, but he continued slowing down, “This is the hag, when maids lie on their backs, That presses them and learns them first to bear, Making them women of good carriage: This is she…” He finished running out of words.

Kodi went up to him, “Peace, peace, Ralph, peace!
Thou talk'st of nothing.”

He nodded his head, “True, I talk of dreams, Which are the children of an idle brain, Begot of nothing but vain fantasy, Which is as thin of substance as the air.”

He moved away from him, “And more inconstant than the wind, who wooes Even now the frozen bosom of the north, And, being anger'd, puffs away from thence, Turning his face to the dew-dropping south.”

Kirby didn’t add to the conversation or Ralph’s speech, “This wind, you talk of, blows us from ourselves; Supper is done, and we shall come too late.” He reminded them.

Kodi turned to them as they started again, “I fear, too early: for my mind misgives Some consequence yet hanging in the stars Shall bitterly begin his fearful date…”

He paused, “With this night's revels and expire the term of a despised life closed in my breast By some vile forfeit of untimely death. But He, that hath the steerage of my course, Direct my sail! On, lusty gentlemen.”

Kirby went on, “Strike, drum.”

At the boiler room Steele had organized a party with invited guests. The servant dogs where talking among themselves, “Where's Potpan, that he helps not to take away? He shift a trencher? he scrape a trencher!”

The second of the three servant dogs answered, “When good manners shall lie all in one or two men's hands and they unwashed too, 'tis a foul thing.”

The servant dog replied, “Away with the joint-stools, remove the court-cupboard, look to the plate. Good thou, save me a piece of marchpane; and, as thou lovest me, let the porter let in Susan Grindstone and Nell. Antony, and Potpan!”

The second servant dog nodded his head, “Ay, boy, ready.”

The first one went on, “You are looked for and called for, asked for and sought for, in the great chamber.”

The second servant dog slightly shook his head, “We cannot be here and there too. Cheerly, boys; be
brisk awhile, and the longer liver take all.”

At the entrance to boiler room Steele was greeting guests, “Welcome, gentlemen! ladies that have their toes Unplagued with corns will have a bout with you.”

He went to greet another group, “Ah ha, my mistresses! which of you all Will now deny to dance? she that makes dainty, She, I'll swear, hath corns; am I come near ye now?”

He continued greeting guests that entered, “Welcome, gentlemen! I have seen the day That I have worn a visor and could tell A whispering tale in a fair lady's ear.”

He needed to tend other thing and welcome a few more, “Such as would please: 'tis gone, 'tis gone, 'tis gone: You are welcome, gentlemen! come, musicians, play. A hall, a hall! give room! and foot it, girls.”

He went to another part of the room the boiler room, “More light, you knaves; and turn the tables up, And quench the fire, the room is grown too hot. Ah, sirrah, this unlook'd-for sport comes well.”

He sat down running the party, “Nay, sit, nay, sit, good cousin Capulet; For you and I are past our dancing days: How long is't now since last yourself and I Were in a mask?”

The malamute turned to him noticed being greeted, “By'r lady, thirty months.”

He replied happily, “What, man! 'tis not so much, 'tis not so much: 'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,
Come pentecost as quickly as it will, Some five and twenty months; and then we mask'd.”

The other malamute answered, “'Tis more, 'tis more, his son is elder, sir; His son is thirty.”

He cocked his head, “Will you tell me that? His son was but a ward two months ago.”

In the opposite side of the room Kodi, Ralph and Kirby with some other dogs entered the party, Kodi looked around and turned to a dog by the entrance, “What lady is that, which doth enrich the hand Of yonder knight?”

Dog answered after a pause thinking, “I know not, sir.”

He looked around and stopped seeing the most beautiful thing in his life, he made a slight gasp, “O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright! It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night Like a rich jewel in an Ethiope's ear; Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!” he had seen Dusty.

He moved a little to the right to see her better, “So shows a snowy dove