[Exeunt.

eye.

Mrs. Ford. The hour draws ou; To the oak, I'll wink and couch: No man their works at to the oak ! [Lies down upon his face. Eva. Where's Pede ?-Go you, and where you find a maid,

SCENE IV.-Windsor Park.

Enter Sir HUGH EVANS, and Fairies.

That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
Raise up the organs of her fantasy,

Eva. Trib, trib, fairies; come and remem-Sleep she as sound as careless infancy,
ber 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.

But those as sleep, and think not on their sint,
Pinch them, arms, legs, back, shoulders, sides,

[Exeunt. SCENE V.-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. -O 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 ;-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 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.

and shins.

Quick. About, about;

Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out:
Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room;
In state as wholesome, as in state "tis nt;
That it may stand till the perpetual doom,
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,
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 turfs, flowers purple, blue, and
white;
Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee:
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Away; disperse : But, till 'tis one o'clock,
Our dance of custom, round about the oak
Of Herue the hunter, let us not forget.

Eva. Pray you, lock band in hand: Four-
selves in order set:

And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,
To guide our measure round about the tree.
But stay; I smell a man of middle earth.

Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welsh
fairy! lest be transform me to a piece of
cheese!
Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even
in thy birth,

Quick. With trial-fire touch me his fingerend :

Pist. A trial, come.

If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, Fal. Divide me like a bride-buck, each a And turn bim to no pain; but if he start haunch; I will keep my sides to myself, myIt is the flesh of a corrupted heart. 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! [Noise within.

Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise?
Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins!
Fal. What should this be?
Mrs. Ford.

Mrs. Page. Away, away. [They run off.

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 PISTOL; ANNE PAGE, as the
Fairy Queen, attended by her brother and
others, dressed like fairies, with waxen ta
pers 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;
Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.
Fal: They are fairies; he that speaks to them
shall die:

• Keeper of the forest. † Fellowship. Wortleberry.

Eva. Come, will this wood take fire!
[They burn him with their tapers.
Fal. Ob! oh! oh!

Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in de

sire!

About him fairies; sing a scornful rhyme :
And, as you trip, still pinch bim to your time.
Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries
and iniquity.

Will noue but Herne the hunter serve your turn?

Mrs. Puge. I pray you, come; hold up the jest no higher :

Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives?

See you these, husband? do not these fair yokes

Become the forest better than the town?

to one master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to whom you should have been a pander: over and above that you bave suffered, I think, to repay that money will be a biting affliction.

Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let that go to make
arends :

Forgive that sam, and so we'll all be friends.
Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at

Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a posset to-night at my house; where I will desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee: Tell ber, master Biender bath married

wife.

[Aside.

Ford. Now, Sir, who's a cuckold now 1-her daughter. Master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly Mr. Puge. Doctors doubt that: If Anne Page knave; here are his horus, master Brook: And, be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius master Brook, he bath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, bis cudgel, and twenty pounds of money; which must be paid to master Brook; his horses are arrested for it, master Brook.

Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had it! lock; we could never meet. I will never take you for my love again, but I will always count you my deer.

Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made

extant.

Enter SLENDER.

Sten. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page. Paze. bon! how now ! how now, son? have you despatched?

Sten. Despatched-I'll make the best in Glow. cestershire know on't; would i were hanged, la, eise.

Page. Of what, son?

Sten. I came yonder at Eton to marry mis. tress Anne Page, and she's a great lobberly boy: If it had not been i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he should have swinged me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, would I might never stir, and 'tis a post-master's

boy.

Fal. And these are not fairies! I was three or four times in the thought they were not fairies and yet the guiluness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my powers, drove the gross ness of the foppery into a received belief, in: despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now, how wit may be made a Jack-a-lent, when is upon til em-19, when I took a boy for a gur): if I had been married to him, for all be was in woman's up. ployment. parel, I would not have had him.

E a. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your desires, and fairies will not pinse you. Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.

Eta. And leave you your jealousies too, 1

pray you.

Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou art able to woo ber in good English. Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er-reaching as this? Am I niden with a Welsh goat too? Shall I have a corcomb of i frize + 'tis time I were choked with a piece of

toasted cheese.

Eva. Seese is not good to give patter; your pelly is all putter.

Fal. Seese and putter! Have I lived to stand at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This is enough to be the decay of lust and late. walking, through the realm.

Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think, though we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves without scruple to hell, that ever the devil could have made you our de light?

Ford. What, a hodge-pudding ↑ a bag of flax?
Mrs. Page. A puffed man?

Page. Old, cold, withered, and of intolerable entrails?

Ford. And one that is as slanderous as Satan!

Page. And as poor as Job?

Ford. And as wicked as his wife 1

Eta. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and sack, and wine, and methegiins, and to drinkings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles and prabbles?

Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the start of me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welsh fanuel; I ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me: use me as you will.

Ford. Marry, Sir, we'll bring you to Windsor,

• Horns which Falets had.

+ A fool's cap of Welsh materials.

1 Flanuel was originally the manufacture of Wales.

|

Poge. Upon my life then you took the wrong.
Sten. What need you tell me that! I think

Page. Why, this is your own folly: Did not tell you, how you should know my daughter by her garments?

Sien. I went to her in white, and cried mum, and the cried budget, as Anne and I had ap pointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a post. taster's boy.

Eia. Jesbu! Master Blender, cannot you see but marry boys?

Page. Oni i am vexed at heart: What shall I

Calur, Vere is mistress Page1 By gar, I am cozened; I ba' married un garçon, a buy un paisan, by gar, a boy, it is not Anne Page: by gar, I am cozened.

Mrs. Page. Why did you take her in

green!
Cabus. Ay, he gar, and 'tis a boy; be gar,
I'll raise all Windsor.
{Bait CASUS.
Ford. This is strange: Who hath got the right
Ange?

Page My heart misgives me: Hese comes master Fenton,

Enter FENTON and ANNE PACK.
How now, master Fenton?

Anne, Pardon, good father, good my mother,
pardon!

Page. Now, mistress? how chance you went not with master slender

Mrs. Puge. Why went you not with master