Ford. There is no better way than that they spoke of.
Page. How? to send him word they’ll meet him in the Park at midnight? Fie, fie! he’ll never come.
20 Evans. You [say] he has been thrown [in the rivers], and has been grievously peaten, as an old ’oman: methinks there should be [terrors] in him that he should not come; methinks his flesh is punished, he shall have no desires.
Page. So think I too.
IV. 4.
25 Mrs Ford. Devise but how you’ll use him when he comes,
And let us two devise to bring him thither.
Mrs Page. 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],
30 Walk round about an oak, with [great ragg’d] horns;