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As firm as faith.

Page.

’Tis well, ’tis well, no more.

Be not as extreme in submission as in offense;

But let our plot go forward. Let our wives

Yet once again (to make us public sport)

Appoint a meeting with this old fat fellow,

Where we may take him, and disgrace him for it.

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.

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 punish’d, he shall have no desires.

Page. So think I too.

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,

Walk round about an oak, with great ragg’d horns,

And there he blasts the tree, and takes the cattle,