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- 114 Merry Wives of Windsor [Act iv
and has been grievously peaten as an old oman.
Methinks there should be terrors in him that he
should not come ; methinks his flesh is punished, he
shall have no desires. 24
Page. So think I too.
Mrs. Ford. Devise but how you '11 use him when he
comes,
And let us two devise to bring him thither.
Mrs. Page. There is an old tale goes that Heme the
hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight, 30
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns ;
And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,
And makes milch-kine yield blood, and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner.
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Receiv'd and did deliver to our age
This tale of Heme the hunter for a truth.
Page. Why, yet there want not many that do fear
In deep of night to walk by this Heme's oak ; 40
But what of this ?
Mrs. Ford. , Marry, this is our device ;
That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us,
Disguis'd like Heme, with huge horns on his head.
Page. Well, let it not be doubted but he '11 come ;
And in this shape when you have brought him thither,
What shall be done with him ? what is your plot ?
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