Act 4 - Scene 4
A room in FORD'S house.
Enter PAGE, FORD, MISTRESS PAGE, MISTRESS FORD, and SIR HUGH EVANS
SIR HUGH EVANS
'Tis one of the best discretions of a 'oman as ever
I did look upon.
And did he send you both these letters at an instant?
Within a quarter of an hour.
Pardon me, wife. Henceforth do what thou wilt;
I rather will suspect the sun with cold
Than thee with
wantonness: now doth thy honour stand
In him that was of late an heretic,
As firm as faith.
'Tis well, 'tis well; no more:
Be not as extreme in submission
As in offence.
But let our plot go forward: let
Yet once again, to make us public sport,
Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,
may take him and disgrace him for it.
There is no better way than that they spoke of.
How? to send him word they'll meet him in the park
at midnight? Fie, fie! he'll never come.
SIR HUGH EVANS
You say he has been thrown in the rivers and has
been grievously peaten as an old 'oman: methinks
should be terrors in him that he should not
come; methinks his flesh is punished, he shall have
So think I too.
Devise but how you'll use him when he comes,
And let us two devise to bring him thither.
There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the
winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;
And there he blasts the
tree and takes the cattle
And makes milch-kine yield blood and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
and did deliver to our age
This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.
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