Mrs. Page.

Mr. Doctor, my daughter is in green: when you see your time, take her by the hand, away with her to the Deanry, and dispatch it quickly; go before into the park; we two must go together.

Caius.

I know vat I have to do; adieu.

Mrs. Page.

Fare you well, sir. [Exit Caius.] 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 Welsh 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 instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will at once display to the knight.

Mrs. Ford.
That cannot chuse but amaze him.

Mrs. Page.
If he be not amazed, he will be mock'd.

Mrs. Ford.
We'll betray him finely.

Mrs. Page.
Against such lewdsters,
Those that betray them do no treachery.

Mrs. Ford.

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

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