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- ijo Merry Wives of Windsor [Act v
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry ;
Our radiant queen hates sluts and sluttery.
Falstaff. They are fairies ; he that speaks to them
shall die.
I '11 wink and couch. No man their works must eye.
\^Lies down upon his face.
Evans. Where 's Bede? — Go you, and where you
find a maid 51
That, ere she sleep, has thrice her prayers said,
Raise up the organs of her fantasy.
Sleep she as sound as careless infancy ;
But those as sleep and think not on their sins.
Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and
shins.
Anne. About, about !
Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out.
Strew good luck, ouphes, on every room.
That it may stand till the perpetual doom, 60
In state as wholesome as in state 't is fit, ■
Worthy the owner, and the owner it.
The several chairs of order look you scour
With juice of balm and every precious flower ;
Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest.
With loyal blazon, evermore be blest 1
And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing.
Like to the Garter's compass, in a ring.
The expressure that it bears, green let it be,
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ;
And '■Honi soit qui mal y pense ' write
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