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you, follow; see but the issue of my jealousy: if I cry out thus upon 'no trail", never trust me when I opent again.
Page. Let's obey his humour a little further : Come, gentlemen.
[Ereunt Page, Ford, Shallow, and Evans. Mrs. Page. Trust me, he heat him most pitifully.
Mrs. Ford. Nay, hy the mass, that he did not; he beat him most uppitifully, methought.
Mrs. Page. I'll have the cudgel hallowed, and hung o'er the altar; it hath done meritorious ser. vice.
Mrs. Ford. What think you? May we, with the warrant of womanhood, and the witness of a good conscience, pursue him with any further revenge?
Mrs. Page. The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of him; if the devil have him not in feesimple, with five and recovery, he will never, I think, in the way of waste, attempt us again.
Mrs. Ford. Shall we tell our husbands how we have served him?
Mrs. Page. Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape the figures out of your husband's brains. If they can find in their hearts, the poor uavirtuous fat knight shall be any further afflicted, we two will still be the ministers.
Mrs. Ford. I'll warrant, they'll have him pub. lickly shamed : and, methinks, there would be no period to the jest, should he not be publickly shamed.
Mrs. Page. Come, to the forge with it then, shape it: I would not have things cool. (Exeunt.
A Room in the Garter Inn.
Enter Host and Bardolph.
Bard. "Sir, the Germans desire to have three of your horses : the duke himself will be to-morrow at court, and they are going to meet him,
Host. What duke should that be, comes so secret. ly? I hear not of him in the court : Let me speak with the gentlemen ; they speak English ?
Bard. Ay, sir; I'll call them to you.
Host. They shall have my borses; but I'll make them pay, I'll sauce them: they have had my house a week at command; 'I have turned away my other guests: they must come off ; I'll sauce them: Come.
A Room in Ford's House.
Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Sir
Eva. 'Tis one of the pest discretions of a 'oman as ever I did look upon.
Page. And did he send you both these letters at an instant ?
Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
Than thee with waptonness : now doth thy honour
'Tis well, 'uis well; no more.
spoke of. Page. How! to send him word they'll meet him in the park at midnight! fie, fie; he'll never come.
Eva. You say he has been thrown in the rivers ; and has been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman: methinks, there should be terrors in him, that he should not come; methinks his flesh is punished, he shall have no desires.
Page. So think I too.
he comes, And let us two devise to bring him thither. Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes, that Herne
of the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns; And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle ; And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a
chain In a most hideous and dreadful manner. You have heard of such a spirit; and well you know, The superstitious idle-beaded eldt :'.. Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age, This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth..
Page. Why, yet there want pot many, that do fear
In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak:
Mrs. Ford. Marry, this is our device;
Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, And in this shape: When you have brought him thi
ther, What shall be done with him? what is your plot? Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought upon,
Mrs. Ford. And till he tell the truth,
The truth being known,
The children must Be practised well to this, or they'll ne'er do't.
Eva. I will teach the children their behaviours; and I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the knight with my taber.
Ford. That will be excellent. I'll go buy them vizards.
• Elfs, hobgoblins. + Wild, discordant. Soundly,
Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all the
fairies, Finely attired in a robe of wbite.
Page. That silk will I go buy;-and in that time Shall master Slender steal my Nan away,
(Aside. And marry her at Eton.-Go, send to Falstaff
straight. Ford. Nay, i'll to him again in name of Brook: He'll tell me all his purpose: Sure he'll come. Mrs. Page. Fear not you that: Go, get us pro
perties*, And tricking for our fairies.
Edu. Let us about it: It is admirable pleasures , and fery honest knaveries.
[Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans. Mrs. Page. Go, mistress Ford, Send quickly to sir John, to know his mind.
[Exit Mrs. Ford. I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will, And none but he, to marry with Nan Page. That Slender, though well landed, is an idiot; And he my husband best of all affects : The doctor is well money'd, and his friends Potent at court; he, none but he, shall have her, ough twenty thousand worthier come to crave her.