Page 2560 - Shakespeare - Vol. 2

PISTOL

Elves, list your names; silence, you airy toys. [40]
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.

FALSTAFF
They are fairies; he that speaks to them shall die. [45]
I’ll wink and couch; no man their works must eye.
[Lies face downwards.]

EVANS
Where’s Bead? 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; [50]

But those as sleep and think not on their sins,
Pinch them, arms, legs, backs, shoulders, sides, and shins.

QUICKLY
About, about;
Search Windsor Castle, elves, within and out;
Strew good luck, ouphs, on every sacred room [55]

That it may stand till the perpetual doom
In state as wholesome as in state ’tis fit,
Worthy the owner, and the owner it;
The several chairs of order look you scour

With juice of balm and every precious flower; [60]
Each fair instalment, coat, and sev’ral crest,
With loyal blazon, evermore be blest;
And nightly, meadow-fairies, look you sing,

Like to the Garter’s compass, in a ring:
Th’expressure that it bears, green let it be, [65]
More fertile-fresh than all the field to see;
And Honi soit qui mal y pense write

In em’rald tufts, flowers purple, blue, and white,
Like sapphire, pearl, and rich embroidery