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. 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 Herne?

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 be mock'd.

Mrs. Ford.

We'll betray him finely.

Mrs. Page.
Against such Leudsters, and their Lechery,
Those that betray them do no Treachery.

Mrs. Ford.

The Hour draws on; to the Oak, to the Oak.