Fal. Divide me like a [bribe] buck, each a haunch: I will keep my sides to myself, my shoulders for the fellow of this walk, and my horns I bequeath your husbands. V. 5.
25 Am I a woodman, ha? Speak I like Herne the hunter? Why, now is Cupid a child of conscience; he makes restitution. As I am a true spirit, welcome!
Noise within.
Mrs Page. Alas, what noise?
Mrs Ford. Heaven forgive our sins!
30 Fal. What should this be?
| Mrs Ford. | Away, away! | They run off. |
| Mrs Page. |
[Fal.] I think the devil will not have me damned, lest the oil that’s in me should set hell on fire; he would never else cross me thus.
[Enter Sir Hugh Evans, disguised as before; Pistol, as Hobgoblin; Mistress Quickly, Anne Page, and others, as Fairies, with tapers.]
35 [Quick.] Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,
You moonshine revellers, and shades of night,