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- Scene vj Merry Wives of Windsor 129
Fahtaff. Divide me like a bribed buck, each a
haunch ; I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders
for the fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath
your husbands. Am I a woodman, ha ? Speak I hke
Heme the hunter? — Why, now is Cupid a child of
conscience ; he makes restitution. As I am a true
spirit, welcome I \Noise within.
Mrs. Page. Alas, what noise ? 32
Mrs. Ford. Heaven forgive our sins !
Falstaff. What should this be ?
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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, as a Satyr; another person^ as
Hobgoblin ; Anne Page, as the Fairy Queen attended
by her Brother and others as Fairies^ with tapers
Anne. 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.
Hobgoblin. Elves, list your names ; silence, you airy
toys ! —
Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap.
Where fires thou find'st unrak'd and hearths unswept,
MERRY WIVES — 9
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