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we have a nay-word,' how to know one another. I come to her in white, and cry, mum; she cries, budget ; and by that we know one another.
Shal. That's good too: But what needs either your mum, or her budget? the white will decipher her well enough.-It hath struck ten o'clock.
Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns. Let's away; follow me. [Exeunt.
The Street in Windsor. Enter Mrs. Page, Mrs. FORD, and Dr. Caius.
Mrs. Page. Master doctor, my daughter is in green : when you see your time, take her by the hand, away with her to the deanery, and despatch it quickly: Go before into the park; we two must go together.
Caius. I know vat I have to do; Adieu.
Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. [Exit Caius.] My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying my daughter : but 'tis no matter ; better a little chiding, than a great deal of heart-break.
Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now, and her troop of fairies? and the Welsh devil, Hugh?
Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne's oak, with obscured lights; which, at the
very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will at once display to the night.
Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him. · Mrs. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be mocked.
Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely. .
Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on; To the oak, to the oak!
[Excunt. SCENE IV.
Windsor Park. Enter Sir Hugh Evans, and Fairies. ' Eva. Trib, trib, fairies ; come; and remember your parts : be pold, I pray you; follow me into the pit; and when I give the watch-'ords, do as I pid you; Come, come; trib, trib.
Another part of the Park, Enter Falstaff disguised, with a buck's head on.
Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the minute draws on: Now, the hot-blooded gods assist me:-Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Europa; love set on thy horns.-0 powerful love! that, in some respects, makes a beast a man; in some
other, a man a beast.-You were also, Jupiter, a swan, for the love of Leda ;—0, omnipotent love! how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose? -A fault done first in the form of a beast;- Jove, a beastly fault! and then another fault in the semblance of a fowl; think on't, Jove; a foul fault.When gods have hot backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag; and the fattest, I think, i' the forest : send me a cool rut-time, Jove. or who can blame me to piss my tallow? Who comes here ? my doe?
Enter Mrs. FORD and Mrs. Page. Mrs. Ford. Sir John? art thou there, my deer? my male deer?
Fal. My doe with the black scut?—Let the sky rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of Green Sleeves ; hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes ; let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here
[Embracing her. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, sweetheart.
Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch: I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow2 of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your husbands. Am I a woodman? ha! Speak I like Herne the hunter ?_Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome!
[Noise within. Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ? Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins!
2 Keeper of the forest.
Fal. What should this be?
[They run of. Fal. I think, the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; he would never else cross me thus.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a satyr; Mrs. QUICKLY,
and PISTÓL; ANNE Page, as the Fairy Queen, attended by her brother and others, dressed like fairies, with waren tapers on their heads.
Quick. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night, You orphan-heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office, and your quality Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes. - Pist. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. Cricket, to Windsor chimnies shalt thou leap : Where fires thou find’st unrak’d, and hearths unswept, There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry: 4 Our radiant queen hates sluts, and sluttery. . Fal. They are fairies; he, that speaks to them,
shall die : I'll wink and couch : No man their works must eye.
[Lies down upon his face. Eva. Where's Pede?—Go you, and where you
find a maid,
But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and
order set :
5 The letters.