Appendix 
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How now, Master Brook ! Master Brook, the matter will 
be known to-night, or never. Be you in the park about mid¬ 
night, at Herne’s oak, and you shall see wonders. 
V. i. io. 
Mrs. Page. They are all couched in a pit hard by Herne’s 
oak, with obscured lights; which, at the very instant of 
FalstafFs 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. 
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 ! 
V. iii. 14. 
Fal. My doe with the black scut! — Let the sky rain 
potatoes; let it thunder to the tune of “Green Sleeves,” 
hail kissing-comfits and snow eringoes; let there come a 
tempest of provocation, I will shelter me here. 
V. v. 20. 
Cricket, to Windsor chimneys shalt thou leap; 
Where fires thou find’st unraked and hearths unswept, 
There pinch the maids as blue as bilberry. 
V. v. 47. 
The several chairs of order look you scour 
With juice of balm and every precious flower : 
Each fair instalment, coat, and several crest, 
With loyal blazon, ever more be blest! 
And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing, 
Like to the Garter’s compass, in a ring: 
The expressure that it bears, green let it be, 
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see ; 
And Honi soit qui mal y pense write 
In emerald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white; 
Like sapphire, pearl and rich embroidery. 
Buckled below fair knighthood’s bending knee : 
Fairies use flowers for their charactery. 
Away; disperse: But till ’tis one o’clock, 
Our dance of custom round about the oak 
Of Herne the hunter, let us not forget. 
V. v. 65. 
Ford. What, a hodge-pudding ? a bag of flax ? 
V. v. 159. 
