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SCENE IV. Enter Sir Hugh like a Satyr; Quickly, and others,

drejt like Fairies, with Tapers. TAIRIES, black, gray, green, and white,

You moon-fhine revellers, and shades of * You Ouphen heirs of fixed destiny, (night, Attend your office, anıl your quality. Crier hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes.

Eva. Elves, list your names ; silence, you airy toys. Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap: Where fires thou find'st unrak'd, and hearths unswept, There pinch the maids as blue as bilbery. Our radiant Queen hates sluts and fluttery. Fal. They're fairies; he, that speaks to them, shall

die. I'll wink and couch; no man their works must eye. .

Lies down upon his face. Eva. Where's Pede? go you, and where you find

a maid, That, ere she sleep, hath thrice her prayers said, Rein up the organs of her fantasy ; Sleep she as found as careless infancy; But those, that sleep, and think not on their fins, Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides and

fhins. Quic. About, about; Search Windsor castle, elves, within and out. Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room, That it may stand 'till the perpetual Doom, In state as wholsom, as in state 'tis fit; Worthy the owner, as the owner it.

* You Orphan-heirs of fixed destiny.] But why Orphan-heirs? Destiny, whom they succeeded, was yet in being. Doubtless the Poet wrote, You Ouphen-heirs of fixed destiny.--. e. you Elves, who minister, and succeed in-some of the Works of Destiny. They are called, in this Play, both before and afterwards, Ouphes ; here Ouphen; en being the plural Termination of Saxon Nouns.



The several chairs of Order look


With juice of balm and ev'ry precious flow'r:
Each fair Instalment-Coat and fev'ral Crest,
With loyal blazon evermore be blest!
And nightly-meadow-fairies, look, you sing,
Like to the Garter-compass, in a ring:
Th' expressure that it bears, green let it be,
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see;
And, Hony Soit Qui Mal y Pense write,
In emrold-tuffs, flow’rs pursled, blue and white,
Like faphire, pearl, in rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair Knight-hood's bending knee;
Fairies use flow'rs for their charactery.
Away, disperse; but, 'till 'tis one o'clock.
Our dance of custom round about the Oak
Of Herne, the hunter, let us not forget.
Eva. Pray you, lock hand in hand, yourselves in

order set :
And twenty glow-worms shall our lanthorns be,
To guide our measure round about the tree.
But stay, I smell a man of middle earth.

Fal. Heav'ns defend me from that Welch fairy, left he transform me to a piece of cheese ! Eva. Vild wrom, thou waft o'er-look'd ev’n in thy

Quic. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end ;
If lie be chaste, the flame will back descend,
And turn him to no pain; but if he start,
It is the flesh of a corrupted heart.
Eva. A trial, come.

[They burn him with their tapers, and pinch him. Come, with this wood take fire. Fal, Oh, oh, oh!

Quic. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire;
About him, fairies, sing a scornful rhime:
And, as you trip, ftill pinch him to your time.

Eva. It is right, indeed, he is full of leacheries and iniquity.


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The S O N G.

Fie on sinful phantasy,
Fie on lust and luxury!
Lust is but i'th' blnod, a fire,
Kindled with unchaste defire,

Fed in heart, whose flames aspire,
As thoughts to blow them, higher and higher.

Pinch him, fairies, mutually;

Pinch him for his villany : Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, 'Till candles, and star-light, and moon-shine be out.

During this Song, they pinch him. Doctor Caius comes

one way, and steals away a boy in green; Slender another way, and he takes away a boy in white; and Fenton comes, and steals away Mrs. Anne Page. A noise of hunting is made within. All the fairies run away. Falstaff pulls off his Buck's head, and rises.

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Page. NAY

Enter Page, Ford, bc. They lay hold on him.
JAY, do not fly; I think, We've watcht

you now;
Will none but Herne the hunter serve


turn? Mrs. Page. I pray you, come;



the jest no higher. Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives? See you these, husbands ? do not these fair Yoaks Become the Forest better than the Town?

Ford. Now, Sir, who's a cuckold now? master Brook, Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldlyknave, here are his horns, master Brook; and, master Brook, he hath enjoy'd nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his cudgel, and twenty pounds of money, which must be paid to nafter Brook; his horses are arrested for it, master Brook.

Mrs. Ford.

Mrs. Ford. Sir John, we have had ill luck ; we could never meet. I will never take you for my love again, but I will always count you my deer. Fal. I do begin to perceive, that I am made an ass.

Ford. Ay, and an ox too: both the proofs are extant.

Fal. And these are not fairies ? I was three or four times in the thought, they were not fairies; and yet the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprize of my powers, drove the grossness of the foppery into a receiy'd belief, in despight of the teeth of all rhime and reason, that they were fairies. See now, how wit may be made a jack-a-lent, when 'tis upon ill employment !

Eva. Sir John Falsaff, serve Got, and leave your desires, and fairies will not pinse you.

Ford. Well said, fairy Hugh.

Eva. And leave you your jealousies too, I pray you.

Ford. I will never mistrust my wife again, 'till thou art able to woo her in good English.

Fal. Have I laid my brain in the sun and dry'd it, that it wants matter to prevent so gross o'er-reaching as this ? am I ridden with a Welch goat too? shall I have a coxcomb of frize ? 'tis time, I were choak'd with a piece of toasted cheese.

Eva. Seese is not good to give putter; your pelly

is all putter.

Fal. Seese and putter? have I liv'd to stand in the taunt of one, that makes fritters of English? this is enough to be the decay of lust and late-walking, through the Realm.

Mrs. Page. Why, Sir John, do you think, though we would have thrust virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders, and have given ourselves without fcruple to hell, that ever the devil could have made you our delight? Ford. What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of flax?

Mrs. Page.

Mrs. Page. A puft man?

Page. Old, cold, wither’d, and of intolerable entrails?

Ford. And one that is as flanderous as Satan ?.
Page. And as poor as Job ?
Ford. And as wicked as his wife?

Eva. And given to fornications, and to taverns, and sacks, and wines, 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 Welch 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 Mr. Brook, that you

have cozen'd of money, to whom


should have been a pander : over and above that you have fuffer'd, I think, to repay that money will be a biting affliction. Mrs. Ford. Nay, husband, let That go to make

amends : Forgive that Sum, and so we'll all be Friends.

Ford. Well, here's my hand; all's forgiven at last.

Page. Yet be cheerful, Knight; thou shalt eat a posset to night at my house, where I will defire thee to laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee. Tell her, Mr. Slender hath marry'd her daughter.

Mrs. Page. Doctors doubt that; if Anne Page be my daughter, she is, by this, Doctor Caius's wife.

[Aside. * I am not able to answer the Welch Flannel.] Shakespear possibly wrote Welch Flamen. As Sir Hugh was a choleric Priest, and apt to take Fire, Flamen was a very proper Name, it being given to that Order of Latin Priests from the flame-coloured Habit


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