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   The Merry Wives of Windsor
ACT V SCENE V Another part of the Park. 
 Enter FALSTAFF disguised as Herne 
FALSTAFF The Windsor bell hath struck twelve; the minute 
 draws on. Now, the hot-blooded gods assist me! 
 Remember, Jove, thou wast a bull for thy Europa; love 
 set on thy horns. O powerful love! that, in some 5
 respects, makes a beast a man, in some other, a man 
 a beast. You were also, Jupiter, a swan for the love 
 of Leda. O omnipotent Love! how near the god drew 
 to the complexion of a goose! A fault done first in 
 the form of a beast. O Jove, a beastly fault! And 10
 then another fault in the semblance of a fowl; think 
 on 't, Jove; a foul fault! When gods have hot 
 backs, what shall poor men do? For me, I am here a 
 Windsor stag; and the fattest, I think, i' the 
 forest. Send me a cool rut-time, Jove, or who can 15
 blame me to piss my tallow? Who comes here? my 
 doe? 
 Enter MISTRESS FORD and MISTRESS PAGE 
MISTRESS FORD Sir John! art thou there, my deer? my male deer? 
FALSTAFF My doe with the black scut! Let the sky rain 
 potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of Green 20
 Sleeves, hail kissing-comfits and snow eringoes; let 
 there come a tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here. 
MISTRESS FORD Mistress Page is come with me, sweetheart. 
FALSTAFF Divide me like a bribe buck, each a haunch: I will 
 keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow 25
 of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your husbands. 
 Am I a woodman, ha? Speak I like Herne the hunter? 
 Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he makes 
 restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome! 
 Noise within 
MISTRESS PAGE Alas, what noise? 30
MISTRESS FORD Heaven forgive our sins 
FALSTAFF What should this be? 
MISTRESS FORD | 
 | Away, away! 
MISTRESS PAGE | 35
 They run off 
FALSTAFF I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the 
 oil that's in me should set hell on fire; he would 
 never else cross me thus. 
 Enter SIR HUGH EVANS, disguised as before; PISTOL,as Hobgoblin; MISTRESS QUICKLY, ANNE PAGE, andothers, as Fairies, with tapers 
MISTRESS QUICKLY Fairies, black, grey, green, and white, 
 You moonshine revellers and shades of night, 40
 You orphan heirs of fixed destiny, 
 Attend your office and your quality. 
 Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy oyes. 
PISTOL Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. 
 Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap: 45
 Where fires thou find'st unraked and hearths unswept, 
 There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry: 
 Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery. 
FALSTAFF They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die: 
 I'll wink and couch: no man their works must eye. 50
 Lies down upon his face 
SIR HUGH EVANS Where's Bede? Go you, and where you find a maid 
 That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said, 
 Raise up the organs of her fantasy; 
 Sleep she as sound as careless infancy: 
 But those as sleep and think not on their sins, 55
 Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides and shins. 
MISTRESS QUICKLY About, about; 
 Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out: 
 Strew good luck, ouphes, on every sacred room: 
 That it may stand till the perpetual doom, 60
 In state as wholesome as in state 'tis fit, 
 Worthy the owner, and the owner it. 
 The several chairs of order look you scour 
 With juice of balm and every precious flower: 
 Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, 65
 With loyal blazon, evermore be blest! 
 And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing, 
 Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring: 
 The expressure that it bears, green let it be, 
 More fertile-fresh than all the field to see; 70
 And 'Honi soit qui mal y pense' write 
 In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue and white; 
 Let sapphire, pearl and rich embroidery, 
 Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee: 
 Fairies use flowers for their charactery. 75
 Away; disperse: but till 'tis one o'clock, 
 Our dance of custom round about the oak 
 Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget. 
SIR HUGH EVANS Pray you, lock hand in hand; yourselves in order set 
 And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns be, 80
 To guide our measure round about the tree. 
 But, stay; I smell a man of middle-earth. 
FALSTAFF Heavens defend me from that Welsh fairy, lest he 
 transform me to a piece of cheese! 
PISTOL Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in thy birth. 85
MISTRESS QUICKLY With trial-fire touch me his finger-end: 
 If he be chaste, the flame will back descend 
 And turn him to no pain; but if he start, 
 It is the flesh of a corrupted heart. 
PISTOL A trial, come. 90
SIR HUGH EVANS Come, will this wood take fire? 
 They burn him with their tapers 
FALSTAFF Oh, Oh, Oh! 
MISTRESS QUICKLY Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire! 
 About him, fairies; sing a scornful rhyme; 
 And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time. 95
  
 SONG. 
 Fie on sinful fantasy! 
 Fie on lust and luxury! 
 Lust is but a bloody fire, 100
 Kindled with unchaste desire, 
 Fed in heart, whose flames aspire 
 As thoughts do blow them, higher and higher. 
 Pinch him, fairies, mutually; 
 Pinch him for his villany; 105
 Pinch him, and burn him, and turn him about, 
 Till candles and starlight and moonshine be out. 
 During this song they pinch FALSTAFF. DOCTOR CAIUScomes one way, and steals away a boy in green;SLENDER another way, and takes off a boy in white;and FENTON comes and steals away ANN PAGE.A noise of hunting is heard within. All theFairies run away. FALSTA 
 Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE, and MISTRESS FORD 
PAGE Nay, do not fly; I think we have watch'd you now 
 Will none but Herne the hunter serve your turn? 
MISTRESS PAGE I pray you, come, hold up the jest no higher 110
 Now, good Sir John, how like you Windsor wives? 
 See you these, husband? do not these fair yokes 
 Become the forest better than the town? 
FORD Now, sir, who's a cuckold now? Master Brook, 
 Falstaff's a knave, a cuckoldly knave; here are his 115
 horns, Master Brook: and, Master Brook, he hath 
 enjoyed nothing of Ford's but his buck-basket, his 
 cudgel, and twenty pounds of money, which must be 
 paid to Master Brook; his horses are arrested for 
 it, Master Brook. 120
MISTRESS FORD Sir John, we have had ill luck; we could never meet. 
 I will never take you for my love again; but I will 
 always count you my deer. 
FALSTAFF I do begin to perceive that I am made an ass. 
FORD Ay, and an ox too: both the proofs are extant. 125
FALSTAFF And these are not fairies? I was three or four 
 times in the thought they were not fairies: and yet 
 the guiltiness of my mind, the sudden surprise of my 
 powers, drove the grossness of the foppery into a 
 received belief, in despite of the teeth of all 130
 rhyme and reason, that they were fairies. See now 
 how wit may be made a Jack-a-Lent, when 'tis upon 
 ill employment! 
SIR HUGH EVANS Sir John Falstaff, serve Got, and leave your 
 desires, and fairies will not pinse you. 135
FORD Well said, fairy Hugh. 
SIR HUGH EVANS And leave your jealousies too, I pray you. 
FORD I will never mistrust my wife again till thou art 
 able to woo her in good English. 
FALSTAFF Have I laid my brain in the sun and dried it, that 140
 it wants matter to prevent so gross o'erreaching as 
 this? Am I ridden with a Welsh goat too? shall I 
 have a coxcomb of frize? 'Tis time I were choked 
 with a piece of toasted cheese. 
SIR HUGH EVANS Seese is not good to give putter; your belly is all putter. 145
FALSTAFF 'Seese' and 'putter'! have I lived to stand at the 
 taunt of one that makes fritters of English? This 
 is enough to be the decay of lust and late-walking 
 through the realm. 
MISTRESS PAGE Why Sir John, do you think, though we would have the 150
 virtue out of our hearts by the head and shoulders 
 and have given ourselves without scruple to hell, 
 that ever the devil could have made you our delight? 
FORD What, a hodge-pudding? a bag of flax? 
MISTRESS PAGE A puffed man? 155
PAGE Old, cold, withered and of intolerable entrails? 
FORD And one that is as slanderous as Satan? 
PAGE And as poor as Job? 
FORD And as wicked as his wife? 
SIR HUGH EVANS And given to fornications, and to taverns and sack 160
 and wine and metheglins, and to drinkings and 
 swearings and starings, pribbles and prabbles? 
FALSTAFF Well, I am your theme: you have the start of me; I 
 am dejected; I am not able to answer the Welsh 
 flannel; ignorance itself is a plummet o'er me: use 165
 me as you will. 
FORD Marry, sir, we'll bring you to Windsor, to one 
 Master Brook, that you have cozened of money, to 
 whom you should have been a pander: over and above 
 that you have suffered, I think to repay that money 170
 will be a biting affliction. 
PAGE Yet be cheerful, knight: thou shalt eat a posset 
 to-night at my house; where I will desire thee to 
 laugh at my wife, that now laughs at thee: tell her 
 Master Slender hath married her daughter. 175
MISTRESS PAGE Aside 
 daughter, she is, by this, Doctor Caius' wife. 
 Enter SLENDER 
SLENDER Whoa ho! ho, father Page! 
PAGE Son, how now! how now, son! have you dispatched? 
SLENDER Dispatched! I'll make the best in Gloucestershire 
 know on't; would I were hanged, la, else. 180
PAGE Of what, son? 
SLENDER I came yonder at Eton to marry Mistress Anne Page, 
 and she's a great lubberly boy. If it had not been 
 i' the church, I would have swinged him, or he 
 should have swinged me. If I did not think it had 185
 been Anne Page, would I might never stir!--and 'tis 
 a postmaster's boy. 
PAGE Upon my life, then, you took the wrong. 
SLENDER What need you tell me that? I think so, when I took 
 a boy for a girl. If I had been married to him, for 190
 all he was in woman's apparel, I would not have had 
 him. 
PAGE Why, this is your own folly. Did not I tell you how 
 you should know my daughter by her garments? 
SLENDER I went to her in white, and cried 'mum,' and she 195
 cried 'budget,' as Anne and I had appointed; and yet 
 it was not Anne, but a postmaster's boy. 
MISTRESS PAGE Good George, be not angry: I knew of your purpose; 
 turned my daughter into green; and, indeed, she is 
 now with the doctor at the deanery, and there married. 200
 Enter DOCTOR CAIUS 
DOCTOR CAIUS Vere is Mistress Page? By gar, I am cozened: I ha' 
 married un garcon, a boy; un paysan, by gar, a boy; 
 it is not Anne Page: by gar, I am cozened. 
MISTRESS PAGE Why, did you take her in green? 
DOCTOR CAIUS Ay, by gar, and 'tis a boy: by gar, I'll raise all Windsor. 205
 Exit 
FORD This is strange. Who hath got the right Anne? 
PAGE My heart misgives me: here comes Master Fenton. 
 Enter FENTON and ANNE PAGE 
 How now, Master Fenton! 
ANNE PAGE Pardon, good father! good my mother, pardon! 
PAGE Now, mistress, how chance you went not with Master Slender? 210
MISTRESS PAGE Why went you not with master doctor, maid? 
FENTON You do amaze her: hear the truth of it. 
 You would have married her most shamefully, 
 Where there was no proportion held in love. 
 The truth is, she and I, long since contracted, 215
 Are now so sure that nothing can dissolve us. 
 The offence is holy that she hath committed; 
 And this deceit loses the name of craft, 
 Of disobedience, or unduteous title, 
 Since therein she doth evitate and shun 220
 A thousand irreligious cursed hours, 
 Which forced marriage would have brought upon her. 
FORD Stand not amazed; here is no remedy: 
 In love the heavens themselves do guide the state; 
 Money buys lands, and wives are sold by fate. 225
FALSTAFF I am glad, though you have ta'en a special stand to 
 strike at me, that your arrow hath glanced. 
PAGE Well, what remedy? Fenton, heaven give thee joy! 
 What cannot be eschew'd must be embraced. 
FALSTAFF When night-dogs run, all sorts of deer are chased. 230
MISTRESS PAGE Well, I will muse no further. Master Fenton, 
 Heaven give you many, many merry days! 
 Good husband, let us every one go home, 
 And laugh this sport o'er by a country fire; 
 Sir John and all. 235
FORD Let it be so. Sir John, 
 To Master Brook you yet shall hold your word 
 For he tonight shall lie with Mistress Ford. 
 Exeunt 


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