many that do fear In deep of night to walk by this Herne's oak: But what of this? Marry, this is our device; That Falstaff at that oak shall meet with us. 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? 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. And till he tell the truth, Let the supposed fairies pinch him sound And burn him with their tapers. The truth being known, We'll all present ourselves, dis-horn the spirit, And mock him home to Windsor. The children must Be practised well to this, or they'll ne'er do't. I will teach the children their behaviors; and I will be like a jack-an-apes also, to burn the knight with my taber. That will be excellent. I'll go and buy them vizards. My Nan shall be the queen of all the fairies, Finely attired in a robe of white. That silk will I go buy. And in that time Shall Master Slender steal my Nan away And marry her at Eton. Go send to Falstaff straight. Nay I'll to him again in name of Brook He'll tell me all his purpose: sure, he'll come. Fear not you that. Go get us properties And tricking for our fairies. Let us about it: it is admirable pleasures and fery honest knaveries. Go, Mistress Ford, Send quickly to Sir John, to know his mind. 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. What wouldst thou have, boor? what: thick-skin? speak, breathe, discuss; brief,