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Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on ; To the oak, ! I'll wink and couch : No man their works must to the oak !
(Lies down upon his face.
Eva. Where's Pede I-Go you, aud where you
find a maid,
That, ere she sleep, bas thrice her prayers said,
Raise up the organs of her fantasy,
Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out:
That it may stand till the perpetual doom,
Worthy the owner and the owner it.
Eva. Pray you, lock band in hand : your.
selves in order set : Enter Mrs. FORD, and Mrs. Page,
And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be,
But stay ; I smell a man of middle earth.
in thy birth.
If be be cbaste, the flame will back descend,
(They burn him with their lapers.
Ahout him fairies ; sing a scornful rhyme :
And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
Eva. It is right; iudeed he is full of lecheries
Fye on sinful fantasy ! hell on fire ; he would never else cross me
Fye on lust and luxury !
Lust is but a bloody fire,
Kindled with unchaste desire,
Fed in heart ; whose flames aspire,
As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher.
Pinch him, fairies, mutually,
Pinch him, for his villany;
Pinch him, and burn him, and turn kim
Till candles, and star-light, and moonshine
During this song, the faries pinch FALSTAFF.
Doctor CAIUS comes one way, and steals
away a fairy in green; SLENDER another
way, and takes of a fairy in white ;
and FENTON comes, and steals away Mrs.
ANNE PAGE. A noise of hunting is made
within. Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.
All the sairies run away.
STAF8 pulls off his buck's head and
Enter PAGE, FORD, Mrs. Page, and Mrs. to one master Brook, that you have cozened of
money, to whoin you should have been a pan
der : over and above that you have suffered, Page. Nay, do not fly : Itbink we have I think, to repay that money will be a biting watch'd you now:
affliction. Will none but Herne the hunter serve your Mrs. Ford. Nay, busband, let that go to make turu?
amends : Mrs. Page. I pray you, come; hold up the Forgive that sum, and so we'll all be friends. jest no higher :
Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor
Page. Yet be cheerful, knight : thou shalt eat See you these, husband I do not these fair a posset to-night at my house ; wbere I will yokes*
desire thee to laugh at my wife, that now langhs Become the forest better than the town?
at tbee : Tell her, master Slender hath married Ford. Now, Sir, who's a cuckold now ?- her daughter. Master Brook, Falstaff's a koave, a cuckoldly Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that : If Anne Page knave; heie are bis borus, master Brook : And, he my daughter, she is, by this, doctor Caius' master Brook, he bath enjoyed nothing of Ford's wife.
[Aside. but his buck-basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money ; which must be paid to mas
Enter SLENDER. ter Brook ; his horses are arrested for it, master Brook.
Slen. Whoo, ho ! ho! father Page. Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have bad ill luck ;
Page. Son ! how now ? how now, son ? have we could never meet. I will never take you you despatched ? for my love again, but I will always count you cestershire know on'l; would I were banged, la,
Slen. Despatched—I'll make the best in Glov. my deer.
Fal. I do begiu to perceive that I am made else. an ass.
Page. Or what, son ? Ford. Ay, and an ox too ; both the proofs are
Slen. I came yonder at Eton to marry mis. extant.
tress Anne Page, and she's a great Jubberly Fal. And these are not fairies? I was three boy : 11 it had not been i' the church, I would or four times in the thought they were not have swinged him, or he should bave swinged fairies : and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the me. If I did not think it had been Anne Page, sudden surprise of my powers, drove the gross would I might never stir, and 'uis a post-inaster's uess of the foppery into a received belief, in boy: despite of the teeth of all rhyme and reason,
Page. Upon my life then you took the wrong. that they were fairies. See now, how wit may
Slen. What need you tell ine that? I think be made a Jack-a-bent, when 'uis upon ill em. so, when I took a boy for a girl: If i had been ployment,
married to him, for all he was in woman's apEva. Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave parel, I would not have bad bim. your desires, and fainits will not pinse you.
Page. Why, this is your own folly : Did not 1 Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.
tell you, how you should know my daugbter by Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, 1 her garments ? pray you.
Slen. I went to ber in white, and cried mum, Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, and she cried budget, as Anne and I bad aptill thou art able to wuo her in good English.
pointed ; and yet it was not Anne, but a postFal. Have I laid my brain in the sun, and master's boy. dried it, that it wants matter to prevent so
Eva. Jeshu! Master Slender, cannot you see gross o'er-reaching as this? Am I ridden with but marry boys ? a Welsh goat too? Shall I have a coxcomb of Page. Oh i I am vexed at heart : What shall I frize ? + 'iis liine i were choked with a pice of do? toasted cheese.
Mrs. Puge. Good George, be not angry: 1 Eva. Seese is not good to give putter ; your knew of your purpose ; turned my daughter into pelly is all putter.
green ; and, iudeed, she is now with the doctor Fal. Seese and putter! Have I lived to stand at the deanery, and there marritd. at the taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This is enough to be the decay of lust aud late
Enter CAIUS. walking, through the realm. Mrs.' Page. why, Sir John, do you think, cozened ; I ha' married un garcon, a boy; un
Caius. Vere is mistress Page ? By gar, I am though we would have thrust virtue out of our paisan, by gar, a boy ; it is not Anne Page : by hearts by the head and shoulders, and bave given ourselves without scruple to hell, that gar; I am cozened. ever the devil could bave made you our de.
Mrs. Page. Why did you take her in light?
green ? Ford. What, a hodge-pudding ? a bag of flax ?
Caius. Ay, be gar, and 'tis a boy; be gar,
Ford. This is strange : Who hath got the right
Anne ? entrails ? Ford. And one that is as slanderous as
Page. My heart misgives me : Here comes Satan?
master Fenton. Page. And as poor as Job ?
Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE. Ford. Aud as wicked as his wife 1
Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, How now, master Fenton ? and sack, and wine, and northeglius, and to Anne. Pardon, good father, good my mother, drinkings, and swearings, and starings, pribbles
pardon! and prabbles ?
Page. Now, mistress ? how chance you went tät. Well, I am your theme : you have the not with master Slender? start of me; I am dejected; I am not able to
Mrs. Puge. Why went you not with master an wer the Welsh flavnel ; I ignorance itself is a
doctor, maid ? plounnet upr nie : use me as you will.
Fenl. You do awaze • her : Hear the truth of Furd. Mai.,, Sir, we'll bring you lu Windsor,
You would have married her most shamefully, • Horns which Falstait had.
Where there was no proportion held in love. + A fuol's cap of Welsh materials. * Flunnel nus origiually the manufacture of Wales.
• Confound her by your questions,“
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The truth le, she and I, long since contracted, Page. Well what remedy? Fenton, heaven Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us.
give thee joy! The offence is holy that she batb committed : What cannot be eschew'd, must be embrac'd. And this deceit loses the name of craft,
Fal. When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer of disobedience, or unduteous title ;
are chas'd. Since therein she doto evitate and shun
Eva. I will dance and eat plums at your A thousand irreligious cursed hours,
wedding Which forced marriage would bave broaght upon Mrs. Page. Well, I will must no further :ber.
Master Fenton, Ford. Stand not amaz'd : there is no reme-Heaven give you many, many merry days ! dy ;
Good busband, let us every one go home, In love, the beavens themselves do guide the And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire ; state;
Sir John and all.
Fal. I am glad, though you have ta'en a to master Brook you yet shall hold your special stand to strike at me, that your arrow
word : bath glanced.
For he, to-night, shall lie with Mrs. Ford.