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She, seemingly obedient, likewise hath
Hoft. Well, husband your device; I'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.
S CE NE VII.
Enter Falstaff and Mrs. Quickly. Fal. Frythee, no more pratling.-G0.-I'll hold. This is the third time; I hope, good luck lies in odd numbers. Away, go, they say, there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance, or death. Away.
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 Enter Ford. How now, master Brook? Master Brook, the matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the Park about midnight, 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 govern'd frenzy. I will tell you; he beat me grievousy, 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 geese, play'd truant, and whipp'd 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.
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'till we see the light of our fairies.-Remember, son Slender, my daughter.
Slen. 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 ftruck ten o'clock.
Page. The night is dark; light and spirits will become it well. Heaven prosper our sport! 9 No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns. Let's away ; follow me. [Exeunt.
SC EN E II.. : Enter Mistress Page, Mistress Ford, and Caius.
Mrs. Page. Mafter Doctor, my daughter is in green: when you see 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 fo 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
- No man means evil but the devil, This is a double blunder; for some, of whom this was spoke, were women. We should read then, NO ONE means. WARBURTON.
I- and the Welch devil Evans ??] The former impression : and the Welch devil Herne? But Falstaff was to represent Herne, and he was no Weichman. Where was the attention or sagacity of our editors, not to observe that Mrs. Ford is enquiring for Evans by the name of the Welch devil ? Dr. Thirlby likewise discoverd the blunder of this passage. THEOBALD.
instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will at once display to the night.
Mrs. Ford. That cannot chuse but amaze him.
Mrs. Page. If he be not amaz’d, he will be mock'd; if he be amaz’d, he will every way be mock'd.
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.
Eva. Trib; thold, I pray you ords, do as I pid want.
Enter 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.
S CE N E IV.
Enter Falstaff with a buck's head on. Fal. The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the ninute draws on: now, the hot-blooded gods affift me! Remember, Jove, thou waft a bull for thy Europa ; love fet on thy horns. Oh 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 : oh, omnipotent love! how near the god drew to the complexion of a goose? A fault done first in the form of a beast; Jove, a beastly fault! and then another fault in the femblance of a fowl; think on't, Jove; a foul fault. When gochs have hot backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am here a Windsor stag; and the fatteft, 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?
Enter Mistress Ford and Mistress Page. Mrs. Ford. Sir John ? art thou there, my deer? my male deer?
Fal. My doe with the black scut? Let the sky rain potatoes ; let it thunder to the tune of Green Sleeves; 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, sweetheart.
Fal. 2 Divide me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch: I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the 3 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 reftitution. As I am a true fpirit, welcome!
Mrs. Ford. ?
[The women run out. Fal. I think the devil will not have me damn'd, left the oil that is in me should set hell on fire; he never would else cross me thus, Exter Sir Hugh like a satyr; Quickly, and others, dress'd
like fairies, with tapers. Quic. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, You moon-shine revellers, and shades of night,
· Divide me like a brib’d-buck,- Thus all the old copies, mistakingly: it must be bribe-buck; i.e. a buck sent for a bribe.
THEOBALD. 3- fellow of this walk,-] Who the fellow is, or why he keeps his Moulders for him, I do not underttand. Johnson.
To the keeper the shoulders and humbles belong as a perquisite. GRAY.