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.
