Mrs Page. Fare you well, sir. [Exit Caius.] My husband will not rejoice so much at the abuse of Falstaff as he will chafe at the doctor’s marrying my daughter: but ’tis no matter; better a little chiding than a great deal of 10 heart-break.
Mrs Ford. [Where is Nan now and her troop of fairies], and the Welsh devil [Hugh]?
Mrs Page. They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne’s oak, with obscured lights; which, at the very instant 15 of Falstaff’s and our meeting, they will at once display to the night.
Mrs Ford. That cannot choose but amaze him.
Mrs Page. If he be not amazed, he will be mocked; if he be amazed, he will [every way] be mocked.
20 Mrs Ford. We’ll betray him finely.
Mrs Page. Against such lewdsters and their lechery Those that betray them do no treachery.
Mrs Ford. The hour draws on. To the oak, to the oak!
Exeunt.