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See , now , how she will trip to my whistle . Mistress Modesty , Mistress Modesty , follow me home , follow me home , follow me home ! '' He took up the lute Euphrosyne had laid down , and moved around the room slowly , playing a quaint little country-side air in a minor key , while he chanted his song , and , as he went , Perpetua moved slowly after him , as if compelled by the spell of the music : -LSB- Illustration : `` PERPETUA MOVED SLOWLY TOWARDS HIM '' -RSB- `` By the music of the morn , When equipped with spear and shield , Oberon , the elfin-born , Winding on his wizard horn , Calls the fairies to the field -- I conjure thee , maiden , yield ! `` By the magic of the moon , When Diana from her dome Wakes from slumber , woos from swoon All the folk who fear the noon , Dwarf and kobold , witch and gnome -- I conjure thee , maiden , come ! `` By the beauty , by the bliss Of the ancient gods who ride Eros , Phoebus , Artemis , Aphrodite , side by side , Through the purple eventide , On the cloudy steeds of Dis -- I conjure thee , maiden , kiss . '' Lycabetta watched , astounded , the submission with which Perpetua followed the incantation of the fool . `` This is the black magic , '' she said ; and then asked Perpetua , `` Are you content to follow this fool ? ''