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Windsor Park. Enter Page, SHALLOW, and SLENDER.
Page. Come, come; we'll couch i' the castle-ditch, till we see the light of our fairies.-Remember, son Slender, my daughter.
Slen. Ay, for sooth ; I have spoke with her, and 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.
41 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:
Enter Mistress PAGE, Mistress 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 dea nery, and dispatch it quickly : Go before into the park ; we two must go together. 49
Caius, I know vat I have to do ; Adieu. [Exit.
Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. 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 Welch devil Evans ?
Mrs. Page. They are all couch'd in a pit hard by Herne's oak, with obscur'd lights; which, at the very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will at once display to the night.
61 Mrs. Ford. That cannot chuse but amaze him.
Mrs. Page. If he be not amaz’d, he will be mock'd ; if he be amaz’d, he will every way be mock'd.
Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely.
Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on ; To the oak, to the ozk!
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.
Enter FALSTAFF 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.-Oh 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 ;-Oh, omnipotent love! how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose ?-A fault done first in the form of a beast;
-0 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 Mistress FORD and Mistress 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.
Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, sweet. heart.
Fal. Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch : I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow 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!
[The l’omen run oui. Fal. I think the devil will not have me damn'd, lest the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; he never would else cross me thus.
} Away, away.
Enter Sir Hugh like a Satyr ; QUICKLY, and others,
dress'd like Fairies, with Tapers.
Quic. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry :
shall die; I'll wink and couch ; No man their works must eye.
[Lies down upon his Face. Eva. Where's Bede ?-Go you, and where you
find a maid, That, ere she sleep, hath thrice her prayers said, Rein ир the organs
of her fantasy ; Sleep she as sound as careless infancy : But those as sleep, and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides,
and shins. Quic. About, about;
130 Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out: Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room; That it may stand till the perpetual doom, In state as wholsome, as in state 'tis fit; Worthy the owner, and the owner it. The several chairs of order look you scour With juice of balm, and every precious flower : Each fair instalment coat, and several crest, With loyal blazon, evermore be blest ! And nightly, meadow-fairies, look, you sing,
140 Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring : The expressure that it bears, green let it be, More fertile-fresh than all the field to see; And, Hony Soit Qui Mal y Pense, write, In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white;