[ Sc. xvii. Enter sir Iohn with a Bucks head upon him.]
Fal. This is the third time, well Ile venter,
They say there is good luck in old numbers,
[Ioue transform’d himselfe into a Bull,]
And I am here a Stag, and I thinke the fattest
5 In all Windsor forrest: well I stand here
For Horne the hunter, waiting my Does comming.
Enter mistris Page and mistris Ford.
Mis. Pa. Sir Iohn, where are you?
Fal. Art thou come my doe? What and thou too?