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- Scene IV] Merry Wives of Windsor 127
Mrs. Page. Fare you well, sir. — \Exit Caii/s.]
My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse of
Falstaff as he will chafe at the doctor's marrying my
daughter. But 't is no matter ; better a little chiding
than a great deal of heart-break. n
Mrs. Ford. Where is Nan now and her troop of
fairies, and the Welsh devil Hugh ?
M7's. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard by
Heme's oak, with obscured lights, which, at the very
instant of Falstaff's and our meeting, they will at
once display to the night
Mrs. Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him.
M7's. Page. If he be not amazed, he will be
mocked ; if he be amazed, he will every way be
mocked. 21
Mrs. Foi'd. We '11 betray him finely.
Mrs. Page. Against such lewdsters and their lechery
Those that betray them do no treachery.
Mrs. Ford. The hour draws on. To the oak, to the
oak 1 \Exeunt.
Scene IV. Windsor Park
Enter Sir Hugh Evans disguised^ with others as Fairies
Evans. Trib, trib, fairies, come ; and remember
your parts. Be pold, I pray you ; follow me into the
pit, and when I give the watch-ords do as I pid you.
Come, come ; trib, trib. [Exeunt.
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