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And by a robe of white, the which she weares,
With ribones pendant flaring bout her head,
_I_ shalbe sure to know her, and conuey her thence,
And bring her where the priest abides our comming,
And by thy furtherance there be married. 30

_Host._ Well, husband your deuice, Ile to the Vicar,
Bring you the maide, you shall not lacke a Priest.

_Fen._ So shall _I_ euermore be bound vnto thee,
Besides Ile always be thy faithful friend. _Exit omnes._

_Enter sir Iohn with a Bucks head upon him._ [SC. XVII.]

_Fal._ This is the third time, well {I}le venter,
They say there is good luck in old numbers,
{[_Ioue_ transform'd himselfe into a Bull,]}
And _I_ am here a Stag, and _I_ thinke the fattest
In all _Windsor_ forrest: well _I_ stand here 5
For _Horne_ the hunter, waiting my Does comming.

_Enter mistris Page and mistris Ford._

_Mis. Pa._ Sir _Iohn_, where are you?

_Fal._ Art thou come my doe? What and thou too?
Welcome Ladies.

_Mi. For._ I I sir _Iohn_, _I_ see you will not faile, 10
Therefore you deserue far better then our loues,
But it grieues me for your late crosses.

_{F}al._ This makes amends for all.
Come diuide me betweene you, each a hanch,
For my horns Ile bequeath them to your husbands, 15
Do _I_ speake like _Horne_ the hunter, ha?

_Mis. Pa._ God forgiue me, what noise is this?

_There is a noise of hornes, the two women run away._

_Enter sir Hugh like a Satyre, and boyes drest like Fayries,
mistresse Quickly, like the Queene of Fayries: they sing a song
about him, and afterward speake._

_Quic:_ You Fayries that do haunt these shady groues,
Looke round about the wood if you can espie
A mortall that doth haunt our sacred round:
If such a one you can espy, giue him his due,
And leaue not till you pinch him blacke and blew:
Giue them their charge _Puck_ ere they part away.

_Sir Hu._ Come hither _{P}eane_, goe to the countrie houses,
And when you finde a slut that lies a sleepe, 25
And all her dishes foule, and roome vnswept,
With youre long nailes pinch her till she crie,
And sweare to mend her sluttish huswiferie.

_Fai._ I warrant you I will perform your will.

_{H}u._ Where is _Pead?_ Go and see where Brokers sleep, 30
And Foxe-eyed Seriants with their mase,
Goe laie the proctors in the street,
And pinch the lowsie Seriants face:
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