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Ford. Went you not to her yesterday, Sir, as you told me you had appointed i

Fal. I went to her, master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man; but I came from her, mafter Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave, Ford her hulband, bath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, matter Brook, that ever governd frenzy. I will tell you; he beat mc grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the fhape of a man, master Brook, I fear not Goliah with a weaver's beam ; because I know also, life is a Muttle ; I am in haste; go aloog with me, I'll tell you all, master Broak. Since I pluckt geese, play'd truant and whipt 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; Arange things in hand, master Brook! follow.

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ACT

V.
SCENE, Windfor-Park.
Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.

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OME, come : we'll couch i' th* caftle-ditch, 'tilt
we see the light of our faires. 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 100; but what needs either your mum, or her budget; the white will decipher her well enough. It hath ftruck ten o'clock.

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Pace. The night is dark, light and spirits will become it well,; heav'n profyer our sport! No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his borns. Let's away ; follow me.

[Exeunt. Enter Miftrefs Page, Miffres Ford and Caius. M's. Pare. Mr. Doétor, my daughter is in green; ‘when you ice your time, take her by the hand, away. with her in the Deany, and cispatch it quickly; go kelore into the Park: we two pust go together.

C.ains. I know vat I have to do; adieu. (Exit.

Mis. Page. Fare you well, Sir. My husband will not rejoice lo inuch at the abuse of Falstaff, as he will chafe at the Doctor's marrying my daughter; but 'ris no matter; better a little chiding, than a great deal of heart-break. | M:. Ford. Where is Nin now, and her troop of fairies, (27) and the Witch devil Evans? "MrsPage. They are all couch'd in a pit hard by Herni's oak, with obscur'd ligbrs; which, at the very tatant of Fallaff's and our meeting, they will.arence display to the night.

Mrs. Ford. That cannot chafe but amaze him.

Mrs. Page. If he be nôt amaz’d, he will be mock'di if he be amaz'd, Ire wili every way be irrockad.

Mrs. Fard. We'll betray hin finely.

Mrs. Puge. Against such lewdlers, and their lechery, Those, thar betray them, do no treachery.

Mrs. ford. The hour draws on ; to the oak, to the oak.

[Exeunt. Inter Evans and Fairies. Eva. Trib, trib, fairies; come, and remember your parts : be pold, I pray you; follow me into the pit;

(27) And the. Welch devil Herne?] Thus all the impressions have blundeid afier cach other; but Fallioff

Has to represent Herrie, and he was no Welcbman. Wnere was the attention, or fagacity, of out Editois, not to observe that Mrs. Ford is inquiring for Evans by the name of the Welch devil? The mistake, of the word Herne getting into the text, might easily happen by the inauvertence of Transcribers, . who threw their eyes lo haltily on the succeeding line, where the word ügain occurs. Ds. Tkirlby likewise discover'a the blunder of this palage.

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and when I give the watch-'ords, do as I pid you: come, come ; trih, trib.

[Exeunta Enter Fallaf, with a Buck's head on. Fal. The l'iniljor te!l hath struck twelve, the minute draws on ;

now the h t-blooded God's affist me! Remember, Jove, thou walt a bull for thy Europa; Inve set on thy horns. Oh powerful love! that, in some refpe&ts, makes a beast a mad; in some other, a man a beast: You were also, Jupiter, a lwan, for the love of Leda: oh. omnipotent love! how near the Gol 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 semblance of a fowl : think on't, yove, a foul fault. When Gods have hot backs, what shall poor men do? for me, I am here a Windfer ftag, and the fatteft, I think, i'th'forest, Send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or who can blame me to piss my tallow? who comes here? my does

Enter Mistress Ford and Mistress Page. Mrs. Ford. Sir Joha? art thou therę, 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; bail kiffing-comfits, and snow eringoes; let there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here.

Mrs. Ford. Ali stress Page is come with me, sweet heart.

Fal. (28) Divic me like a bribe-buck, each a haunch; I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow of this walk, and

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horns i bequeath your husbands.

Am I a woodman, ha? Speak I like Herne the hunter? why, now is Cupid a child of conseience, he makes reftitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome!

[Noise withina (28) Divide me like a brib’d-buck,] Thus all the old copies, mistakingly : It must be, bribe-buck; i.e. a back fent for a bribe. I made the correction in H.Y. SHAKESPEARE R. Lord; and Mr, Pops bas reform d the palide by it, in his lait edituse

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Mrs. Page. Alas! what noise ?
Mrs. Ferd. Heav'n forgive our fins !
Fal. What should this be?
Mrs. Ford. Mrs. Page. Away, away.

(The women run out.
Fol. I think, the devil will not have me damo'd, lef
the oil that is in me ihould set hell on fire; he never
would elfe cross me thu...
Enter Sir Hugh like a Satyr; Quickly, and ctheas, drejt

like Fairies, with Tapers.
Luis. Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,
You moon-thine revellers, and mades of night,
You ouphen-beirs of fixed deftiny, (29)
Artend your ofice, and your quality.
Crier hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes.

Eva. Elves, lift your names; filence, you airy toys.
Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap :
Where fires thou find'ft umak'd, and hearths unswept,
There pinch the maids as blew as bilberry.
Our radiant Qocen hates Nuts and fluttery..

Fal. They're fairies; he that speaks to them, shall die.
I'H wink and couch; no man their works muft eye.

[Lies down upon his face. Eva.Where's Pede? go you, and where you find a maid, That, ere she fleep, hath thrice her prayers said, Raise up the organs of her fantasy i Sleep me as found as careless infancy i But those, that sleep, and think not on their sins, Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, Gides and thins.

(29) You orphan-beirs of] Why, orphan beirs ? Destiny, to which they ow'd their orginal, and to whom they were heirs, was yet in, being fure: therefore they could not be callid orphans, Doubtless, the Poet wrote ;

You ouphen-beirs of fixed defling. i. e. You elves, that succeed io, and minister in, some of the works of deriny. They are callid both bofore and after, in this play, vupbs; here, cupbin; for en is either the Saxon termination of plural: nouus; (the word itself being from the Saxon Alfenne, lamia, domures; or the termination of an adjective, form'd from a noud; 2. Wladin, woollen, galden, brazen, &c.

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Quic. About, about;
Search Windsor caftle, elves, within and out.
Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room,
That it may stand 'till the perpetual doom,
In state as wholefome, as in ftate 'tis sit ;
Worthy the owner, as the owner it (30)..
The several chairs of order look you (cour,
With juice of balm and ev'ry precious flow'r;
Each fair instalment-coat and sev’ral crest,..
With loyal blazon evermore be bleft!
And nightly-meadow-fairies, look, your fing,
Like to the Garter-compass, in a ring :
Th' expreffure that it bears, green let it be ;
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ;
And, Hony fuit qui mal y pense write,
In emrold-tuffs, How'ss purple, blue and white,
Like saphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair Knight-hood's bending knee ;
Fairies ufe flow'rs for their charactery.
Away, disperse ; but, 'till 'cis 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 itay, 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 worm, thou wafto'er-look’dev'n in thybirth.

Quic. With trial-fire touch me his finger-end;
If he be chaste, the fame will back descend,
And turn him to no pain; but if he fart,
It is the flesh. of a corrupred heart.

(30) and the owner it.]. And cannot be the true reading, both because the grammar of the sentence will not allow it, and his court to Queen Elizabeth directs to another reading i

as the owner it. for, fure, he would not with a thing, which his complaisance and address must surpose actually was;, vize the worth of the owner.

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