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SCENE III.-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. [Erit 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 Welch 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 amaz’d, he will be mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be mocked.
Mrs Förd. We'll betray bim finely.
Mrs Page. Against such lewdsters, and their lechery, Those that betray them do no treachery.
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 bave 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 fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your husbands. Am I a woodman ? ha! Speak I like Herne the
Hunter 7–Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience ; . he makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome!
[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.
Mrs Ford. } Away, away.
Enter Sir Hugh Evans, like a Satyr : Mrs Quickly, and Pistol; Anne Pagt, 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,
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: 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
In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white;
Fal. Heavens defend me from that Welch fairy ! lest he transform me to a piece of cheese! Pist. Vile worm, thou wast o'er-look'd even in thy
Pist. A trial, come.
[They burn him with their tapers. Fal. Oh, oh, oh!
Quick. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire !
Eva. It is right; indeed he is full of lecheries and iniquity.
Song. Fye on sinful fantasy!
F'ye on lust and luxury!