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Enter Evans [like a satyr], Anne Page [and Boys dressed like fairies], Pistol [as Hobgoblin, Mistress]

Quickly [like the Queen of Fairies; they sing a song about him and afterward speak].

Quick.

Fairies, black, grey, green, and white,

You moonshine revellers, and shades of night,

You orphan heirs of fixed destiny,

Attend your office and your quality.

Crier Hobgoblin, make the fairy Oyes.

Pist.

Elves, list your names; silence, you aery toys!

Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap;

Where fires thou find’st unrak’d and hearths unswept,

There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry;

Our radiant Queen hates sluts and sluttery.

Fal.

They are fairies, he that speaks to them shall die.

I’ll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.

[Lies down upon his face.]

Evans.

Where’s Bede? Go you, and where you find a maid

That ere she sleep has thrice her prayers said,

Raise up the organs of her fantasy,

Sleep she as sound as careless infancy;

But those as sleep and think not on their sins,