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• The Merry Wives of Windsor: Dramatis PersonÆ.
• Act I.
• Scene I.—: Windsor. Beforepage’shouse.
• Scene II.—: The Same.
• Scene III.—: A Room In the Garter Inn.
• Scene IV.—: A Room Indoctor Caius’shouse.
• Act II.
• Scene I.—: Beforepage’shouse.
• Scene II.—: A Room In the Garter Inn.
• Scene III.—: A Field Near Windsor.
• Act III.
• Scene I.—: A Field Near Frogmore.
• Scene II.—: A Street In Windsor.
• Scene III.—: A Room Inford’shouse.
• Scene IV.—: A Room Inpage’shouse.
• Scene V.—: A Room In the Garter Inn.
• Act IV.
• Scene I.—: The Street.
• Scene II.—: A Room Inford’shouse.
• Scene III.—: A Room In the Garter Inn.
• Scene IV.—: A Room Inford’shouse.
• Scene V.—: A Room In the Garter Inn.
• Scene VI.—: Another Room In the Garter Inn.
• Act V.
• Scene I.—: A Room In the Garter Inn.
• Scene II.—: Windsor Park.
• Scene III.—: The Street In Windsor.
• Scene IV.—: Windsor Park.
• Scene V.—: Another Part of the Park.

Scene I.—

A Room in the Garter Inn.

EnterFalstaffandMistress Quickly.

Fal.

Prithee, no more prattling; go: I’ll hold. This is the third time; I hope good luck lies in odd numbers. Away! go. They say there is divinity in odd numbers, either in nativity, chance or death. Away!

Quick.

I’ll provide you a chain, and I’ll do what I can to get you a pair of horns.

Fal.

Away, I say; time wears: hold up your head, and mince.

[ExitMistress Quickly.

EnterFord.

How now, Master Brook! Master Brook, the matter will be known to-night, or never. Be you in the Park about midnight, at Herne’s oak, and you shall see wonders.

Ford.

Went you not to her yesterday, sir, as you told me you had appointed?

Fal.

I went to her, Master Brook, as you see, like a poor old man; but I came from her, Master Brook, like a poor old woman. That same knave Ford, her husband, hath the finest mad devil of jealousy in him, Master Brook, that ever governed frenzy. I will tell you: he beat me grievously, in the shape of a woman; for in the shape of a man, Master Brook, I fear not Goliath with a weaver’s beam, because I know also life is a shuttle. I am in haste: go along with me; I’ll tell you all, Master Brook. Since I plucked geese, played traunt, and whipped top, I knew not what it was to be beaten till lately. Follow me: I’ll tell you strange things of this knave Ford, on whom to-night I will be revenged, and I will deliver his wife into your hand. Follow. Strange things in hand, Master Brook! Follow.

[Exeunt.