the merry wives of windsor.
24931438And I am here a Stag, and I thinke the fatte
st 24941439In all
Windsor forre
st: well I
stand here
2494.11440 For
Horne the hunter, waiting my Does comming.
24971442Mis. Pa. Sir
Iohn, where are you?
24991443Fal. Art thou come my doe? what and thou too?
2499.21445Mi. For. I I
sir
Iohn, I
see you will not faile,
2499.31446Therefore you de
serue far better then our loues,
2499.41447But it grieues me for your late cro
sses.
25051449Come diuide me betweene you, each a hanch,
25071450For my horns Ile bequeath thẽ to your hu
sbands,
25081451Do I
speake like
Horne the hunter, ha?
25111452Mis. Pa. God forgiue me, what noi
se is this?
2511.11453There is a noise of hornes, the two women run away. 2511.21454Enter sir Hugh like a Satyre, and boyes drest like Fayries, 2511.31455 mistresse Quickly, like the Queene of Fayries: they 2511.41456sing a song about him, and afterward speake.
25191457Quic: You Fayries that do haunt the
se
shady
(groues, 2519.11458Looke round about the wood if you can e
spie
2519.21459A mortall that doth haunt our
sacred round:
2519.31460If
such a one you can e
spie, giue him his due,
2519.41461And leaue not till you pinch him blacke and blew:
2519.51462Giue them their charge
Puck ere they part away.
2519.61463 Sir Hu. Come hither P
eane, go to the countrie
2519.81465And when you
finde a
slut that lies a
sleepe,
2519.91466And all her di
shes foule, and roome vn
swept,
2519.101467With your long nailes pinch her till
she crie,
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