There is an old tale goes...

These ladies know how to tame horny old Falstaff

I saw my high school's production of The Merry Wives of Windsor half my life ago. One of my dearest friends (who is still one of my dearest) played one of the Mistresses (she cannot even remember which), and it was absolutely hilarious. Imagine a teenage boy with pillows stuffed under his shirt acting like God's gift to women, jumping in and out of clothes hampers and making a general ruckus so ridiculous that everyone laughed even if they didn't know what the hell they were saying. Pretty magical.

Allegedly Shakespeare's favor to Queen Elizabeth, Merry Wives stars everyone's favorite walking farce, Sir John Falstaff. Instead of historical battle, he attempts a far more dangerous endeavor: seduction. He's after Mistress Page and Mistress Ford (or, more accurately, their money), who do an epic job of proving him an epic fool. After enduring being treated as dirty laundry and being dressed as "the fat woman of Brentford," Falstaff is convinced to disguise himself as Herne the Hunter, horns and all, to meet his feminine quarry in the nearby wood. The women recruit local children to dress up and act as mischievous fairies meant to punish Falstaff for his attempted cuckoldry. Mistress Page explains the tale of Herne the Hunter for her husband while they are conjuring this plot:

The Merry Wives of Windsor, Act IV, Sc. IV
Mistress Margaret Page: 
There is an old tale goes that Herne the hunter,
Sometime a keeper here in Windsor forest,
Doth all the winter-time, at still midnight,
Walk round about an oak, with great ragg'd horns;
And there he blasts the tree and takes the cattle
And makes milch-kine yield blood and shakes a chain
In a most hideous and dreadful manner:
You have heard of such a spirit, and well you know
The superstitious idle-headed eld
Received and did deliver to our age
This tale of Herne the hunter for a truth.