SCENE IV.
Ford's house.
Enter Page, Ford, Mrs. Page, Mrs. Ford, and Sir Hugh Evans.
Eva.
'Tis one of the best discretions of a 'omans
as ever I did look upon.
Page.
And did he send you both these letters at an
instant?
Mrs. Page.
Within a quarter of an hour.
Ford.
Pardon me, wife: Henceforth do what thou wilt;
3 note
I rather will suspect the sun with cold,
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Than thee with wantonness: now doth thy honour stand,
In him that was of late an heretick,
As firm as faith.
Page.
'Tis well, 'tis well; no more.
Be not as extreme in submission,
As in offence;
But let our plot go forward: let our wives
Yet once again, to make us publick sport,
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it.
Ford.
There is no better way than that they spoke of.
Page.
How! to send him word they'll meet him in the park
At midnight! fie, fie; he will never come.
Eva.
You say, he hath been thrown into the rivers;
and hath been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman: methinks,
there should be terrors in him, that he should
not come; methinks, his flesh is punish'd, he shall
have no desires.
Page.
So think I too.
Mrs. Ford.
Devise but how you'll use him when he comes,
And let us two devise to bring him hither.
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,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;
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And there he blasts the tree, 4 note
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 eld5 note
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?
6 note
Mrs. Ford.
Marry, this is our device;—
That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us.
We'll send him word to meet us in the field,
Disguis'd 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 thither,
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What shall be done with him? what is your plot?
Mrs. Page.
That likewise we have thought upon, and thus:
Nan Page my daughter, and my little son,
And three or four more of their growth, we'll dress
Like urchins7 note, ouphes, and fairies, green and white,
With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,
And rattles in their hands; upon a sudden,
As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,
Let them from forth a saw-pit rush at once
8 note
With some diffused song9Q0148: upon their sight,
We two in great amazedness will fly:
Then let them all encircle him about,
9 note
And, fairy-like, to-pinch the unclean knight;
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And ask him, why, that hour of fairy revel,
In their so sacred paths he dares to tread
In shape prophane?
Mrs. Ford.
And till he tell the truth,
Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound1 note,
And burn him with their tapers.
Mrs. Page.
The truth being known,
We'll all present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit,
And mock him home to Windsor.
Ford.
The children must
Be practis'd well to this, or they'll ne'er do't.
Eva.
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.
This 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.
2 noteThat silk will I go buy;—and, in that time
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Shall master Slender steal my Nan away,
[Aside.
And marry her at Eaton.—Go, send to Falstaff straight.
Ford.
Nay, I'll to him again in the name of Brook:
He'll tell me all his purpose. Sure, he'll come.
Mrs. Page.
Fear not you that: Go, get us properties3 note
And 4 note
tricking for our fairies.
Eva.
Let us about it: It is admirable pleasures, and
fery honest knaveries.
[Ex. Page, Ford, and Evans.
Mrs. Page.
Go, mistress Ford,
Send Quickly to sir John, to know his mind.
[Exit Mrs. Ford.
I'll to the doctor; he hath my good will,
And none but he, to marry with Nan Page.
That Slender, though well landed, is an ideot;
And he my husband best of all affects:
The doctor is well money'd, and his friends
Potent at court; he, none but he shall have her,
Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her.
[Exit.
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Samuel Johnson [1778], The plays of William Shakspeare. In ten volumes. With the corrections and illustrations of various commentators; to which are added notes by Samuel Johnson and George Steevens. The second edition, Revised and Augmented (Printed for C. Bathurst [and] W. Strahan [etc.], London) [word count] [S10901].
