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Enter Host and Bardolph.
Bard. Ay, sir; I'll call them to you.
Host. They shall have my horses; 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.
Page. And did he send you both these letters at an instant ?
Mrs. Page. Within a quarter of an hour.
'Tis well, 'tis well; no more.
But let our plot go forward : let our wives
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 into 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
the hunter, Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest, Doth all the winter time, at still midnight, 11 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-headed eld f. Receiv'd, and did deliver to our age, . This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.
Page. Why, yet there want not many, that do fear In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak; But what of this?
Mrs. Ford. - Marry, this is our device; That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us, Disguised like Herne, with huge horns on his head. · Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come, And in this shape: When you have brought him
it Old age.
What shall be done with him ? what is your plot? Mrs. Page. That likewise have we thought upon,
and thus : Nan Page my daughter, and my little son, And three or four more of their growth, we'll
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.
Evą. 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. Mrs. Page. My Nan shall be the queen of all the
fairies, Finely attired in a robe of white,
Page. That silk will I go buy;--and in that time Shall master Slender steal niy Nan away, [Aside. And marry her at Eton.--Go, send to Falstaff
straight. Ford. Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook: * Elfs, bobgoblins. + Wild, discordant. Soundly.
He'll tell me all his purpose : Sure he'll come.
Eva. Let us about it: It is admirable pleasures, and fery honest knaveries.
(Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans.
[Exit Mrs. Ford.
Enter Host and Simple. Host. What would'st thou have, boor? what, thick-skin ? speak, breathe, discuss; brief, short, quick, snap.
Sim. Marry, sir, I come to speak with sir John Falstaff from master Slender.
Host. There's his chamber, his house, his castle, his standing-bed, and truckle-bed ; 'tis painted about with the story of the prodigal, fresh and new: Go, knock and call; he'll speak like an Anthropophaginiant unto thee: Knock, I say.
Sim. There's an old woman, a fat woman, gone up into his chamber; I'll be so bold as to stay, sir, till she come down: I come to speak with her, indeed. Host. Ha! a fat woman! the knight may be * Necessaries.
above.) Hookemian Tarta Let here honour
robbed : I'll call.-Bully knight! Bully sir John ! speak from thy lungs military : Art thou there? it is thine host, thine Ephesian, calls.
Fal. [Above.] How now, mine host?
Host. Here's a Bohemian Tartar tarries the coming down of thy fat woman: Let her descend, bully, let her descend: my chambers are honourable : Fye! privacy? fye!
Enter Falstaff. Fal. There was, mine host, an old fat woman even now with me; but she's gone.
Sim. Pray you, sir, was't not the wise* woman of Brentford ?
Fal. Ay, marry, was it, muscle-shell; What would you with her ?
Sim. My master, sir, my master Slender, sent to her, seeing her go through the streets, to know, sir, whether one Nym, sir, that beguiled him of a chain, had the chain, or no.
Fal. I spake with the old woman about it.
Fal. Marry, she says, that the very same man, that beguiled master Slender of his chain, cozened him of it.
Sim. I would, I could have spoken with the woman herself; I had other things to have spoken with her too, from him.
Fal. What are they? let us know.
Sim. Why, sir, they were nothing but about mistress Anne Page; to know, if it were my master's fortune to have her, or no.
Fal. ”Tis, 'tis his fortune.
Fal. To have her or no : Go; say the woman told me so.
* Cunning woman, a fortune-teller.