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Quic. Sir, let me speak with you in your chamber; hear how things go, and, I warrant, to your content. Here is a letter will say somewhat. Good hearts, what ado is here to bring you together ! sure, one of you does not serve heav'n well, that you are so cross’d. Fal. Come up into my chamber.
Enter Fenton, and Host.
Fent. Yet hear me speak; assist me in my purpose,
Hoft. I will hear you, master Fenton ; and I will, at the least, keep your counsel.
Fent. From time to time I have acquainted you
sweet Nan present the fairy queen;
And form for doctor Caius, hath appointed
Hoft. Which means she to deceive? father, or mother?
Fent. Both, my good hoft, to go along with me;
Hoft. Well, husband your device; I'll to the vicar.
Fent. So shall I evermore be bound to thee; Beside, I'll make a present recompence.
S CE N E XII. Re-enter Falstaff, and mistress Quickly. Fal. Pr’ythee, no more pratling; go, I'll hold. This is the third time; I hope, good luck lyes in odd numbers; away, go; they fay, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death; away.
told me you
Quic. I'll provide you a chain, and I'll do what I can to get you a pair of horns.
[Exit Mrs. Quickly. Fal. Away, I say; time wears: hold up your head, and mince.
Enter Ford. How now, master Brook? master Brook, the matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the park about mid-night at Herne's oak, and
shall see wonders.
Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man; but I came from her, master Brook, like
old That same knave, Ford her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever govern'd frenzy. I will tell you; he beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman : for in the shape of a man, master Brook, I fear not Goliah with a weaver's beam; because I know also, life is a shuttle: I am in haste; go along with me, I'll tell you all, master Brook. Since I pluck'd geefe, play'd truant, and whipt top, I knew not what 'twas to be beaten, 'till lately. Follow me, I'll tell you strange things of this knave Ford, on whom to-night I will be reveng’d, and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow; strange things in hand, master Brook ! follow.
ACT V. SCENE I.
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; but what needs either your mum, or her budget? the white will decipher her well enough. It hath struck ten o'clock.
Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will become it well: heav'n prosper our sport ! No one means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns. Let's away; follow me.
[Exeunt. SCENE II. Enter mistress Page, mistress Ford, and Caius. Mrs. Page. Master doctor, my daughter is in green : when you
fee your time, take her by the hand, away with her to the deanery, and dispatch it quickly; go before into the park; we two must go together. Caius. I know vat I have to do; adieu.
[Exit. Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. 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 Evans ?
Mrs. Page. They are all couch'd in a pit hard by Herne’s oak, with obscur’d 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 mock’d; if he be amaz’d he will be mock'd.
Mrs. Ford. We'll betray him finely.
Enter Evans, and Fairies.
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. [Exeunt.
Enter Falstaff, with a buck's head on.
Enter mistress Ford, and mistress Page.
Fal. My doe with the black scut? let the sky rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of green-Jeeves; hail kissing-comfits, and snow eringoes; let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here.
Mrs. Ford. Mistress Page is come with me, sweet heart.
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.