Mrs Page.

Master 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.

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 Hugh ^note?

Mrs Page.

They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne's oak, with obscured lights; which, at the very instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will at once display to the night.

Mrs Ford.

That cannot choose but amaze him.

Mrs Page.

If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; if he be amazed, he will every way ^note be mocked.

Mrs Ford.

We'll betray him finely.

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!