pare none of these when they are a bed,
But such whose nose lookes plew and red. 35

_Quic._ Away begon, his mind fulfill,
And looke that none of you stand still.
Some do that thing, some do this,
All do something, none amis.

_Hir Hu._ I smell a man of middle earth. 40

_Fal._ God blesse me from that wealch Fairie.

_Quic._ Looke euery one about this round,
And if that any here be found,
For his presumption in this place,
Spare neither legge, arme, head, nor face. 45

_Sir Hu._ See I haue spied one by good luck,
His bodie man, his head a buck.

_Fal._ God send me good fortune now, and I care not.

_Quick._ Go strait, and do as I commaund,
And take a Taper in your hand, 50
And set it to his fingers endes,
And if you see it him offends,
And that he starteth at the flame,
Then is he mortall, know his name:
If with an F. it doth begin, 55
Why then be shure he is full of sin.
About it then, and know the truth,
Of this same metamorphised youth.

_Sir Hugh._ Giue me the Tapers, I will try
And if that he loue venery. 60

_They put the Tapers to his fingers, and he starts._

_Sir Hu._ It is right indeed, he is full of lecheries and iniquitie.

_Quic._ A little distant from him stand,
And euery one take hand in hand,
And compasse him within a ring,
First pinch him well, and after sing. 65

_Here they pinch him, and sing about him, and the Doctor comes one
way and steales away a boy in red. And Slender another way he
takes a boy in greene: And Fenton steales misteris Anne, being in
white. And a noyse of hunting is made within; and all the
{F}airies runne away. Falstaffe pulles off his bucks head, and rises
vp. And enters _M._ Page, _M._ Ford, and their wiues, _M._ Shallow,
sir Hugh._

_Fal._ _Horne_ the hunter quoth you: am I ghost?
Sblood the Fairies hath made a ghost of me:
What hunting at this time at night?
He lay my life the mad prince of _Wales_
Is stealing his fathers Deare. How now who haue we here, what is 70
all _Windsor_ stirring? Are you there?

_Shal._ God saue you sir _Iohn Falstaffe_.

_Sir Hu._ God plesse you sir _Iohn_, God plesse you.

_Pa._ Why how now sir _Iohn_, what a pair of horns in your
hand?