1 Come, come; we'll couch i' the castle-ditch till we2 see the light of our fairies. Remember, son Slender,3 my daughter.
4 Ay, forsooth; I have spoke with her and we have a5 nay-word how to know one another: I come to her in6 white, and cry 'mum;' she cries 'budget;' and by7 that we know one another.
8 That's good too: but what needs either your 'mum'9 or her 'budget?' the white will decipher her well10 enough. It hath struck ten o'clock.
11 The night is dark; light and spirits will become it12 well. Heaven prosper our sport! No man means evil13 but the devil, and we shall know him by his horns.14 Let's away; follow me.