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 Deanry, 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
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no matter; better, a little chiding, than a great deal of
heart-break.
Mrs. Ford.
Where is Nan now, and her troop of
fairies, (a) note and the Welch 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 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.
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.
[Exeunt.
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.
[Exeunt.
Alexander Pope [1747], The works of Shakespear in eight volumes. The Genuine Text (collated with all the former Editions, and then corrected and emended) is here settled: Being restored from the Blunders of the first Editors, and the Interpolations of the two Last: with A Comment and Notes, Critical and Explanatory. By Mr. Pope and Mr. Warburton (Printed for J. and P. Knapton, [and] S. Birt [etc.], London) [word count] [S11301].
