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Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on; To the oak, to the oak! [Exeunt.

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.


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.

I'll wink and couch: No man their works tout [Lies down upon his face. Eva. Where's Pede ?-Go you, and where you find a maid,


That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
Raise up 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, back, shoulders, sades,

and shins.

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 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 chimuies shalt thou leap :
Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths

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.

Quick. About, about;

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 wholesome, as in state is i
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 mai y pense, write,
in emerald turfs, flowers purple, blue, and

Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair knighthood's bending thee:
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 hand in hand: year-
selves in order set:

[Embracing her. Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is ome with me, sweetheart.

Pist. A trial, come.

If he be chaste, the flame will back descend, Fal. Divide me like a bride-buck, each a And turn him 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.

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 Weld
fairy! lest be transform me to a piece of
Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even
in thy birth,
Quick. With trial-fire touch me his finger-

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

Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in de-
sire !

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


Fye on sinful fantasy!
Fye on lust and luxury!
Lust is but a bloody fire,
Kindled with unchaste desire,
Fed in heart; whose flames aspire,

As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.
Pinch him, fairies, mutually,
Pinch him, for his villany;
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn hin

Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine
be out.

During this song, the faries pinch FALSTAFF.
Doctor CAIUS comes one way, and steals
away a fairy in green; SLENDER another
way, and takes off a fairy in white ;
and FENTON comes, and steals away Mrs.
ANNE PAGE. A noise of hunting is made
within. All the fairies run away. Fat
STAFF pulls off his buck's head

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to one master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to whom you should have been a pander: over and above that you have suffered,

Page. Nay, do not fly: I think we have I think, to repay that money will be a biting watch'd you now : affliction. Will noue but Herne the hunter serve your turn?

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

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

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

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?

Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs. PAGE, and Mrs.
FORD. They lay hold on him.

Ford. Now, Sir, who's a cuckold now?Master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here are his horus, master Brook: And, master Brook, he hath enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money; which must be paid to master Brook; his horses are arrested for it, master Brook.

Fal. I do begin to perceive that I am made

an ass.

Ford. Ay, aud an ox too; both the proofs are


Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three or four times in the thought they were not fairies and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my powers, drove the grossness 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 'tis upon ill employment.

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

Era. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you.

Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, till thou art able to woo her 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 ridden with a Welsh goat too? Shall I have a coxcomb of frize? 'tis time I were choked with a piece of toasted cheese.

Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck; we could never meet. I will never take you you despatched? for my love again, but I will always count youcestershire know on't; would I were hanged, la, Slen. Despatched-I'll make the best in Glou

my deer.


Eva. Seese is not good to give putter; 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 latewalking, through the realm.

Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think, though we would have thrust virtue ont 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 delight?

Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of flax?
Mrs. Puge. 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 ?

Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and sack, and wine, and metheglins, and to drinkings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles| and prabbles?

Fal. Well, I am your theme: you have the start of ine; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welsh flannel; ignorance itself is a plainmnet o'er me: use me as you will. Ford. Marry, Sir, we'll bring you to Windsor,

Page. Yet be cheerful, knight: thon shalt eat a posset to-night at my house; where I will desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now langbs at thee: Tell her, master Slender hath married her daughter.

Horns which Falstaff had.

A fool's cap of Welsh materials.

1 Flanuel was originally the manufacture of Wales.

Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that: If Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' wife. [Aside.

Enter SLENDer.

Sten. Whoo, ho! ho! father Page.

Page. Son! how now? how now, son? have

Page. Of what, son?

Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mis- · tress Anne Page, and she's a great lubberly boy: If it bad 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.

Page. Upon my life then you took the wrong. Sten. What need you tell me that? I think 80, when I took a boy for a girl: If I had been married to him, for all be was in woman's apparel, I would not have bad him.

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

Slen. I went to her in white, and cried mum, and she cried budget, as Aune and I had ap pointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a postmaster's boy.

Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see but marry boys?

Page. Oh I am vexed at heart: What shall I do?

Mrs. Page. Good George, be not angry: 1 knew of your purpose; turned my daughter into green; and, indeed, she is now with the doctor at the deanery, and there married.

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Page. Well what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy!

What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'é Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chas'd.

Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your wedding

Mrs. Page. Well, I will must no further:—
Master Fenton,

Heaven give you many, many merry days!
Good husband, let us every one go bome,
And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire;

Sir John and all.

Ford. Let it be so :-Sir John,

To master Brook you yet shall hold your word:

For he, to-night, shall lie with Mrs. Ford.



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