With rounds of waxen tapers on their heads,
IV. 4.
50 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:
55 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