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And firm for doctor Caius, hath appointed
Host. Well, husband your device; l'll to the vicar; Bring you the maid, you shall not lack a priest. .
Fent. So shall I evermore be bound to thee; Besides, I'll make a present recompence, (Exeunt.
SCENE I. A Room in the Garter Inn.
Enter Ford. How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the Park about inidnight, at Herne's oak, and you shall see wonders. . ' | Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you told me you had appointed ? ?
Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man: but I came from her, master Brook; like a poor old woman. That same knave, Ford her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, master Brook, that ever governed phrensy. I will tell you.--He beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of man, master Brook, I fear not Goliath 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 plucked gease, played truant, and whipped top, I
* Keep to the time.
knew not what it was to be beaten, till lately. Fol. low me : I'll tell you strange things of this knave Ford : on whom to-night I will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow: Strange things in hand, master Brook ! follow.
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: But what needs either your mum, or her budget ? the white will decipher her well enough-It hath struck ten o'clock.
Page. The biglit is dark ; light and spirits will become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns. Let's away; follow me. :)
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 Welsh 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.' i Mrs. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way be mocked. · 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 oak,
· 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. (Ereunt.
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 pear 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? .. ii .n .