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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 jealoufy in him, master Brook, that ever govern'd frenzy. I will tell you ; he beat me grievously, in the fhape of a woman; for in the shape of a man, master Brook, I fear not Goliah with a weaver's beam; because I know alfo, life is a shuttle; I am in hafte; go along with me; I'll tell you all, master Brook. 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 ftrange things of this knave Ford, on whoni to night I will be reveng'd, and I will deliver his wife into your band -- Follow; strange things in hand, master Brook! follow.
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Enter Page, Shallow, and Slender.
TOME, come; we'll couch i’th' castle-ditch, 'till
we see the light of our fairies. 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 ; the crics, 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 struck ten o'clock.
Page. The night is dark, light and spirits will become it well; heav'n profper our sport! No man meanis evil but the devil', and we shall know him by his horns, Let's away; follow me.
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Enter Mistress Page, Mistress Ford and Caius.
Mrs. Page. Mr. 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 so 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 6?
Mrs. Page. They are all couch'd in a pit hard by Herne's Oak, with obscur'd lights; which, at the very 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.
s No MAN means evil but the Herne, and he was no Welchman. devil.] This is a double blunder; Where was the Attention, or Safor some, of whom this was gacity, of our Editors, not to spoke, were women. We should observe that Mrs. Ford is inquirread then, no ONE means.
ing for Evans by the Name of WARBURTON. the Welch Devil ? Dr. Thirlby 6 The former impression :] likewise discover'd the Blunder And the Welch Devil Herne :] of this Passage. THEOBALD. But Falstaff was to represent Vol. II,
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.
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.
Fal. The Windfor bell hath struck twelve, the minute draws on; now, the hot-blooded Gods aflift me! Remember, Jove, thou wast a' bull for thy Europa; love set on thy horns. Oh powerful love! that, in some respects, makes a beast a man ; in fome othet, 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! 0 Jove, a beastly fault in the semblance of a fowl : -think on't, Jove, a foul fault. When Gods have hot backs, what shall poor men do? for me, I am here a Windsor stag, and the fattest, 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
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 potatees; let it thunder to the tune of Green-Sleeves ;
hail kiffing-comfits, and snow eringoes; let there come
Fal. ? Divide me like a bride-buck, each a haunch; I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the 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 restitution. As I am a true fpirit, welcome!
Mrs. Page.} Away, away.
[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 ne
ver would else cross me thus.
Enter Sir Hugh like a Satyr ;
Satyr ; Quickly, and others, drejt like Fairies, with Tapers. Quic, Fairies, black, gray, green, and white, You moon-fhine revellers, and shades of night, You Ouphen heirs of fixed destiny, Attend your office, and your quality, Crier hobgoblin, make the fairy o-yes.
7 Divide me like a brib'd- his shoulders for hiin, I do not Back,] Thus all the old Copies, unde stand. miftakingly: It must be bribes 9 You ORPHAN-heirs of fixed buck; i. e. a Buck sent for a deftiny.) But why Orphan-beirs? Bribe.
THEOBALD. Destiny, whom they fucceeded, & Fellow of this walk,] Who was yet in being. Doubtless the the fellow is, or why he keeps Poct wrote,
Eva. Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap: Where fires thou findst 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.
[Lyes down upon his face. Eva. Where's Pede? go you, and where you find
You OuPHEN heirs of fixed des- commended themselves to the tiny.
protection of heaven. So Sbakei. e. you Elves, who minister, speare makes one, on his lying and fucceed in some of the works down, say, of destiny. They are called, in From fairies, and the tempters of this Play, both before and afterwards, 'Ouphes; here Ophen ;. Proteet us, beav'n! en being the plural termination As this is the fense, let us see of Saxon nouns.
For the word how the common reading exprefis from the Saxon, Alpenne, la- ses it; mix, demones. Or it may be Raise up the organs of her fan understood to be an adjective, as tafie, wooder, woollen, golden, &c. i. e. infame her imagination with
WARBURTON. sensual ideas; which is just the RAISE up the organs of her contrary to what the Poet would fontasie ;] The sense of this have the speaker say. We canspeech is that me, who had not therefore but conclude he performed her religious duties, wrote, should be secure against the illu REIN up the organs of her farfion of fancy; and have her tafie, sleep, like that of infancy, un- i. e. curb them, that the be no disturbed by disordered dreams. more disturbed by irregular imaThis was then the popular opi- ginations, than children in their nion, that evil spirits had a feep. For, he adds immediatepower over the fancy; and, byly, that means, could inspire wick Sleep she as found as careless is ed dreams into those who, on fancy. their going to seep, had not re So in the Tempel,