Windsor Park
Enter PAGE, SHALLOW, and SLENDER
PAGE.Come, come; we'll couch i' th' Castle ditch till we see the light of our fairies.Remember, son Slender, my daughter.SLENDER.Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her, and we have a nay-word how to know one another.I come to her in white and cry 'mum'; she cries 'budget,' and by that we know one another.SHALLOW.That's good too; but what needs either your mum or her budget? The white will decipher her well enough.It hath struck ten o'clock.PAGE.The night is dark; light and spirits will become it well.Heaven prosper our sport! No man means evil but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.Let's away; follow me.Exeunt
