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- Scene V] Merry Wives of Windsor 131
In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white,
Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery,
Buckled below fair knighthood's bending knee.
Fairies use flowers for their charactery.
Away ! disperse ! but till 't is one o'clock,
Our dance of custom round about the oak
Of Heme the hunter, let us not forget.
Evans. Pray you, lock hand in hand ; yourselves in
order set ;
And twenty glow-worms shall our lanterns Jpe, 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 !
Hobgoblin. Vile worm, thou wast o'erlook'd even in
thy birth.
Anne. 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.
^'.Hobgoblin. A trial, come 1
Evans. Come, will this wood take fire ?
{They burn him with their tapers.
Falstaff. Oh, oh, oh ! 91
Anne. Corrupt, corrupt, and tainted in desire 1 —
About him, fairies, sing a scornful rhyme ;
And, as you trip, still pinch him to your time.
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