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Merry Wives of Windsor :: Scenes :: Merry Wives of Windsor: Act IV, Scene 4

Scene 4

A room in Ford’s house.

(Page; Ford; Mistress Margaret Page; Mistress Ford; Evans)

The wives have told the story to the men, who are delighted at the tale. Ford promises he will never be suspicious of his wife again. They plot together to prank Falstaff one more time, by getting him to disguise himself as Herne the Hunter, a creature from folklore with deer horns on his head who is said to haunt the park at midnight. Then the rest of them, dressed as fairies, will attack him; when the truth is known, he’ll be a laughing stock. Evans promises to train his schoolchildren so they can be extra fairies. They intend to dress Anne as Queen of the Fairies, and Page plans to have Slender steal her away and marry her; Mistress Page, however, intends to have Caius do the same. ( line)

Enter Page, Ford, Mistress Page, Mistress Ford, and Evans.

EVANS.

’Tis one of the best discretions of a oman as ever I did look upon.

PAGE.

And did he send you both these letters at an instant?

MRS. PAGE.

Within a quarter of an hour.

FORD.

Pardon me, wife, henceforth do what thou wilt.

I rather will suspect the sun with cold

Than thee with wantonness. Now doth thy honor stand,

In him that was of late an heretic,

As firm as faith.

PAGE.

’Tis well, ’tis well, no more.

Be not as extreme in submission as in offense;

But let our plot go forward. Let our wives

Yet once again (to make us public sport)

Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,

Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it.

FORD.

There is no better way than that they spoke of.

PAGE.

How? To send him word they’ll meet him in the park at midnight? Fie, fie, he’ll never come.

EVANS.

You say he has been thrown in the rivers, 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 punish’d, he shall have no desires.

PAGE.

So think I too.

MRS. FORD.

Devise but how you’ll use him when he comes,

And let us two devise to bring him thither.

MRS. PAGE.

There is an old tale goes, that Herne the Hunter

(Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest)

Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,

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 Herne the Hunter for a truth.

PAGE.

Why, yet there want not many that do fear

In deep of night to walk by this Herne’s oak.

But what of this?

MRS. FORD.

Marry, this is our device:

That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us,

Disguis’d like Herne, with huge horns on his head.

PAGE.

Well, let it not be doubted but he’ll come,

And in this shape when you have brought him thither,

What shall be done with him? What is your plot?

MRS. PAGE.

That likewise have we thought upon, and thus:

Nan Page (my daughter) and my little son,

And three or four more of their growth, we’ll dress

Like urchins, ouphes, and fairies, green and white,

With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,

And rattles in their hands. Upon a sudden,

As Falstaff, she, and I are newly met,

Let them from forth a sawpit rush at once

With some diffused song. Upon their sight,

We two in great amazedness will fly;

Then let them all encircle him about,

And fairy-like to pinch the unclean knight;

And ask him why, that hour of fairy revel,

In their so sacred paths he dares to tread

In shape profane.

MRS. FORD.

And till he tell the truth,

Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound,

And burn him with their tapers.

MRS. PAGE.

The truth being known,

We’ll all present ourselves; dis-horn the spirit,

And mock him home to Windsor.

FORD.

The children must

Be practic’d well to this, or they’ll nev’r do’t.

EVANS.

I will teach the children their behaviors; and I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the knight with my taber.

FORD.

That will be excellent. I’ll go buy them vizards.

MRS. PAGE.

My Nan shall be the queen of all the fairies,

Finely attired in a robe of white.

PAGE.

That silk will I go buy.

Aside.

And in that time

Shall Master Slender steal my Nan away,

And marry her at Eton.—Go, send to Falstaff straight.

FORD.

Nay, I’ll to him again in name of Brook;

He’ll tell me all his purpose. Sure he’ll come.

MRS. PAGE.

Fear not you that. Go get us properties

And tricking for our fairies.

EVANS.

Let us about it. It is admirable pleasures and fery honest knaveries.

Exeunt Page, Ford, and Evans.

MRS. PAGE.

Go, Mistress Ford,

Send Quickly to Sir John, to know his mind.

Exit Mrs. Ford.

I’ll to the doctor, he hath my good will,

And none but he, to marry with Nan Page.

That Slender (though well landed) is an idiot;

And he my husband best of all affects.

The doctor is well money’d, and his friends

Potent at court. He, none but he, shall have her,

Though twenty thousand worthier come to crave her.

Exit.

 
 
 
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