ll be done with him? what is your plot?

_Mrs Page._ That likewise have we thought upon, and thus: 45
Nan Page my daughter and my little son
And three or four more of their growth we'll dress
Like urchins, ouphes and fairies, green and white,
With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,
And rattles in their hands: upon a sudden, 50
As Falstaff, she, and I, are newly met,
Let them from forth a sawpit rush at once
With some diffused song: upon their sight,
We two in great amazedness will fly:
Then let them all encircle him about, 55
And, fairy-like, to-pinch the unclean knight;
And ask him why, that hour of fairy revel,
In their so sacred paths he dares to tread
In shape profane.

_Mrs Ford._ And till he tell the truth,
Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound, 60
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 practised well to this, or they'll ne'er do't.

_Evans._ I will teach the children their behaviours; and 65
I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the knight with
my taber.

_Ford._ That will be excellent. I'll go and buy them
vizards.

_Mrs Page._ My Nan shall be the queen of all the fairies, 70
Finely attired in a robe of white.

_Page._ That silk will I go buy. [_Aside_] And in that time
Shall Master Slender steal my Nan away,
And marry her at Eton. Go send to Falstaff straight.

_Ford._ Nay, I'll to him again in name of Brook: 75
He'll tell me all his purpose: sure, he'll come.

_Mrs Page._ Fear not you that. Go get us properties
And tricking for our fairies.

_Evans._ Let us about it: it is admirable pleasures and
fery honest knaveries. [_Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans._ 80

_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 idiot; 85
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._

NOTES: IV, 4

SCENE IV.] SCENE VII. Pope.
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