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. 9: _house_] (Q1 Q2) Rowe. _houses_ Ff Q3. 11: _come off_] _compt off_ Theobald (Warburton). _not come off_ Capell. SCENE IV. _A room in FORD'S house._ _Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and SIR HUGH EVANS._ _Evans._ 'Tis one of the best discretions of a 'oman 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. 5 _Ford._ Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou wilt; I rather will suspect the sun with cold Than thee with wantonness: now doth thy honour stand, In him that was of late an heretic, As firm as faith. _Page._ 'Tis well, 'tis well; no more: 10 Be not as extreme in submission As in offence. But let our plot go forward: let our wives Yet once again, to make us public sport, Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow, 15 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'll never come. _Evans._ You say he has been thrown in the rivers, and 20 has been grievously peaten, as an old 'oman: methinks there should be terrors in him that he should not come; methinks his flesh is punished, he shall have no desires. _Page._ So think I too. _Mrs Ford._ Devise but how you'll use him when he comes, 25 And let us two devise to bring him thither. _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; 30 And there he blasts the tree, 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 eld 35 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? _Mrs Ford._ Marry, this is our device; 40 That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us. _Page._ Well, let it not be doubted but he'll come: And in this shape when you have brought him thither, What sha
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