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SCENE I. A Room in the Garter.
Enter FALSTAFF and MISTRESS QUICKLY.
FAL. Pr'ythee, no more prattling! Go. I'll hold.1 This is the third time: I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go! They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death.-Away!
QUICK. I'll provide you a chain; and I'll do what I can
FAL. Away, I say; time wears: hold up your head and
How now, Master Brook? Master Brook, the matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the Park about midnight, at Herne's Oak, and you shall see wonders.
FORD. Went you not to her yesterday, Sir, as you told
FAL. I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor
SCENE II. 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, forsooth; 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.
PAGE. The night is dark; light and Spirits will become it
SCENE III. The Street in Windsor.
Enter MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and
MRS. PAGE. Master Doctor, my daughter is in green;
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?
MRS. PAGE. They are all couch'd in a pit hard by Herne's
MRS. FORD. That cannot choose but amaze1 him.
MRS. PAGE. If he be not amaz'd, he will be mock'd; if ACT V he be amaz'd, he will every way be mock'd. Sc. III
MRS. FORD. We'll betray him 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
SCENE IV. Windsor Park.
Enter SIR HUGH EVANS and Fairies.
EVANS. Trib, trib, Fairies; come; and remember your
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. O, omnipotent Love! how near the God drew to the complexion of a goose!-A fault done first in the form of a beast?-O 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 ?1 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
1 grow lean, like a rutting hart.
potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of Green Sleeves; hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes;1 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 ?-Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience: he makes restitution. As I am a true Spirit, welcome!
MRS. PAGE. Alas! What noise?
MRS. FORD. Heaven forgive our sins!
FAL. What should this be?
MRS. PAGE. Away, away!
[They run off.
FAL. I think, the Devil will not have me damn'd, 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; MISTRESS QUICKLY and PISTOL; ANNE PAGE, as the Fairy Queen, attended by her Brother and others, dressed like Fairies, with waxen tapers on their heads.
QUEEN. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,
You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night,
Attend your office, and your quality.
PIST. Elves, list your names. Silence! you airy toys.
FAL. They are Fairies; he that speaks to them shall die:
$ keeper. oyez.
That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;
But those as sleep, and think not on their sins,
QUEEN. About, about!
Search Windsor Castle, Elves, within and out:
Strew good luck, Ouphes, on every sacred room,
In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white;
EVANS. Pray you, lock hand in hand: yourselves in
And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,
FAL. Heaven defend me from that Welsh Fairy! lest he
PIST. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth.
If he be chaste, the flame will back descend,