24931438And I am here a Stag, and I thinke the fattest

24941439In all Windsor forrest: 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?

2499.11444Welcome Ladies.

2499.21445Mi. For. I I sir Iohn, I see you will not faile,

2499.31446Therefore you deserue far better then our loues,

2499.41447But it grieues me for your late crosses.

2499.51448Fal. This makes amends for all.

25051449Come diuide me betweene you, each a hanch,

25071450For my horns Ile bequeath thẽ to your husbands,

25081451Do I speake like Horne the hunter, ha?

25111452Mis. Pa. God forgiue me, what noise is this?

25191457Quic: You Fayries that do haunt these shady (groues,

2519.11458Looke round about the wood if you can espie

2519.21459A mortall that doth haunt our sacred round:

2519.31460If such a one you can espie, 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 Peane, go to the countrie

2519.71464 houses,

2519.81465And when you finde a slut that lies a sleepe,

2519.91466And all her dishes foule, and roome vnswept,

2519.101467With your long nailes pinch her till she crie,

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