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- 20 Merry Wives of Windsor
table, where, we may imagine, he has been lounging
about, in the hope of the fresh air relieving his sheep-
ish embarrassment. When Doctor Caius bids his ser-
vant bring him his rapier, he answers, ' 'T is ready, sir,
here in the porch,' conveying the idea of a room lead-
ing at once into the open air — such a room as used to
be called ' a summer parlour.' Then we hear of Anne
Page being at a ' farm-house a-feasting ' ; and we have
Mrs. Page leading her little boy William to school;
and Sir Hugh Evans sees people coming ' from Frog-
more over the stile this way ' ; and we find that Master
Ford ' is this morning gone a-birding.' Even the very
headings to the scenes breathe of dear, lovely English
scenery — ^ Windsor Park ' — 'A field near Frogmore.'
They talk, too, of Datchet Lane ; and Sir John Falstaff
is 'slighted into the river.' And, with this, come
thronging visions of the ' silver Thames,' and some of
those exquisite leafy nooks on its banks, with the caw-
ing of rooks ; and its little islands, crowned with the
dark and glossy-leaved alder ; and barges lapsing on its
tranquil tide. To crown all, the story winds up with a
plot to meet in Windsor Park at midnight, to trick the
fat knight beneath ' Heme's oak.' The whole play,
indeed, is, as it were, a village, or even a homestead
pastoral."
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