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  • Title: The Merry Wives of Windsor (Quarto 1, 1602)

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    Author: William Shakespeare
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    The Merry Wives of Windsor (Quarto 1, 1602)

    the merry wives of windsor.
    And I am here a Stag, and I thinke the fattest
    In all Windsor forrest: well I stand here
    2494.1 For Horne the hunter, waiting my Does comming.
    Enter mistris Page, and mistris Ford.
    Mis. Pa. Sir Iohn, where are you?
    Fal. Art thou come my doe? what and thou too?
    2499.1Welcome Ladies.
    Mi. For. I I sir Iohn, I see you will not faile,
    Therefore you deserue far better then our loues,
    But it grieues me for your late crosses.
    2499.5Fal. This makes amends for all.
    2505Come diuide me betweene you, each a hanch,
    For my horns Ile bequeath thẽ to your husbands,
    Do I speake like Horne the hunter, ha?
    Mis. Pa. God forgiue me, what noise is this?

    2511.1There is a noise of hornes, the two women run away.
    Enter sir Hugh like a Satyre, and boyes drest like Fayries,
    mistresse Quickly, like the Queene of Fayries: they
    sing a song about him, and afterward speake.

    Quic: You Fayries that do haunt these shady (groues,
    2519.1Looke round about the wood if you can espie
    A mortall that doth haunt our sacred round:
    If such a one you can espie, giue him his due,
    And leaue not till you pinch him blacke and blew:
    2519.5Giue them their charge Puck ere they part away.
    Sir Hu. Come hither Peane, go to the countrie
    And when you finde a slut that lies a sleepe,
    And all her dishes foule, and roome vnswept,
    2519.10With your long nailes pinch her till she crie,
    G2 And