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ACT V PIST. A trial, come.
FAL. O! O! O!
QUEEN. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire!
Come, will this wood take fire?
Fye on sinful fantasy!
Kindled with unchaste desire,
Fed in heart; whose flames aspire,
As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.
Pinch him for his villainy ;
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, Till candles, and starlight, and moonshine be out. During this song, the Fairies 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 MISTRESS ANNE PAGE. A noise of hunting is made within. All the Fairies run away. FALSTAFF pulls off his buck's head, and rises.
1 fire of the blood.
Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE, and MISTRESS FORD.
PAGE. Nay, do not fly: I think, we have watch'd2 you
Will none but Herne the Hunter serve your turn?
Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives?
as a deer in harbour.
horns, Master Brook. And, Master Brook, he hath
MRS. FORD. Sir John, we have had ill luck, we could
FAL. I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass.
times in the thought they were not Fairies: and yet
FORD. Well said, Fairy Hugh.
EVANS. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you.
FAL. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and dried it, that
EVANS. Seese is not good to give putter: your pelly is all
FAL. Seese and putter! Have I liv'd to stand at the
MRS. PAGE. Why, Sir John, do you think, though we
FORD. What, a hodge-pudding?2 a bag of flax?
1 fool's cap.
2 medley, haggis.
MRS. PAGE. A puff'd man?
PAGE. Old, cold, wither'd, and of intolerable entrails?
PAGE. And as poor as Job?
FORD. And as wicked as his wife?
EVANS. 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 me; I am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welsh flannel; ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me: use me as you will.
FORD. Marry, Sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to one
PAGE. Yet be cheerful, Knight: thou shalt eat a posset
SLEN. Whoo! ho! ho! father Page.
PAGE. Son! how now? how now, son? have you dispatch'd?
SLEN. Dispatch'd!-I'll make the best in Gloucestershire know on 't; would I were hang'd, la, else!
PAGE. Of what, son?
SLEN. I came yonder at Eton to marry Mistress Anne
Page, and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been i' th' 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.
SLEN. What need you tell me that? I think so, when
him, for all he was in woman's apparel, I would not ACT V
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 Anne and I had appointed; and yet it was not Anne, but a post-master's boy.
MRS. PAGE. Good George, be not angry: I knew of your purpose; turn'd my daughter into green; and, indeed, she is now with the Doctor at the Deanery, and there married.
CAIUS. Vere is Mistress Page? By gar, I am cozen'd: I
Enter FENTON and ANNE Page.
How now, Master Fenton ?
ANNE. Pardon, good father! Good my mother, pardon!
MRS. PAGE. Why went you not with Master Doctor, maid?
FENT. You do amaze her. Hear the truth of it.
FORD. Stand not amaz'd: here is no remedy!
In love, the Heavens themselves do guide the state;
PAGE. Well, what remedy? Fenton, Heaven give thee
What cannot be eschew'd must be embrac❜d.
3 poachers' hounds.