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call you, come forth, and, without any pause or
staggering, take this basket on your shoulders. That done,

trudge with it in all haste, and carry it among the whitsters
in Datchet Mead, and there empty it in the muddy ditch

close by the Thames side.
Mrs. PAGE. You will do it?

MRS. FORD. I ha' told them over and over; they lack no
direction. Be gone, and come when you are call'd.

Exeunt SERVANTS
MRS. PAGE. Here comes little Robin.

Enter ROBIN
MRS. FORD. How now, my eyas-musket, what news with

you?
ROBIN. My Master Sir John is come in at your back-door,

Mistress Ford, and requests your company.
MRS. PAGE. You little Jack-a-Lent, have you been true to us?

ROBIN. Ay, I'll be sworn. My master knows not of your
being here, and hath threat'ned to put me into everlasting

liberty, if I tell you of it; for he swears he'll turn me away.
MRS. PAGE. Thou 'rt a good boy; this secrecy of thine shall

be a tailor to thee, and shall make thee a new doublet and
hose. I'll go hide me.

MRS. FORD. Do so. Go tell thy master I am alone. [Exit
ROBIN] Mistress Page, remember you your cue.

MRS. PAGE. I warrant thee; if I do not act it, hiss me.
Exit MRS. PAGE

MRS. FORD. Go to, then; we'll use this unwholesome
humidity, this gross wat'ry pumpion; we'll teach him to

know turtles from jays.
Enter FALSTAFF

FALSTAFF. Have I caught thee, my heavenly jewel?
Why, now let me die, for I have liv'd long enough; this is

the period of my ambition. O this blessed hour!
MRS. FORD. O sweet Sir John!

FALSTAFF. Mistress Ford, I cannot cog, I cannot prate,
Mistress Ford. Now shall I sin in my wish; I would thy

husband were dead; I'll speak it before the best lord, I
would make thee my lady.

MRS. FORD. I your lady, Sir John? Alas, I should be a pitiful
lady.

FALSTAFF. Let the court of France show me such another. I
see how thine eye would emulate the diamond; thou hast

the right arched beauty of the brow that becomes the
ship-tire, the tire-valiant, or any tire of Venetian admittance.

MRS. FORD. A plain kerchief, Sir John; my brows become
nothing else, nor that well neither.

FALSTAFF. By the Lord, thou art a tyrant to say so; thou
wouldst make an absolutecourtier, and the firm fixture of

thy foot would give an excellent motion to thy gait in a
semi-circled farthingale. I see what thou wert, if Fortune

thy foe were, not Nature, thy friend. Come, thou canst not
hide it.

MRS. FORD. Believe me, there's no such thing in me.
FALSTAFF. What made me love thee? Let that persuade thee

there's something extra-ordinary in thee. Come, I cannot
cog, and say thou art this and that, like a many of these

lisping hawthorn-buds that come like women in men's
apparel, and smell like Bucklersbury in simple time; I

cannot; but I love thee, none but thee; and thou deserv'st it.
MRS. FORD. Do not betray me, sir; I fear you love Mistress

Page.
FALSTAFF. Thou mightst as well say I love to walk by the

Counter-gate, which is as hateful to me as the reek of a
lime-kiln.

MRS. FORD. Well, heaven knows how I love you; and you
shall one day find it.

FALSTAFF. Keep in that mind; I'll deserve it.
MRS. FORD. Nay, I must tell you, so you do; or else I could

not be in that mind.
ROBIN. [Within] Mistress Ford, Mistress Ford! here's

Mistress Page at the door, sweating and blowing and looking
wildly, and would needs speak with you presently.

FALSTAFF. She shall not see me; I will ensconce me behind
the arras.

MRS. FORD. Pray you, do so; she's a very tattling woman.
[FALSTAFF hides himself]

Re-enter MISTRESS PAGE and ROBIN
What's the matter? How now!

MRS. PAGE. O Mistress Ford, what have you done? You're
sham'd, y'are overthrown, y'are undone for ever.

MRS. FORD. What's the matter, good Mistress Page?
MRS. PAGE. O well-a-day, Mistress Ford, having an honest

man to your husband, to give him such cause of suspicion!
MRS. FORD. What cause of suspicion?

MRS. PAGE. What cause of suspicion? Out upon you, how
am I mistook in you!

MRS. FORD. Why, alas, what's the matter?
MRS. PAGE. Your husband's coming hither, woman, with all

the officers in Windsor, to search for a gentleman that he
says is here now in the house, by your consent, to take an

ill advantage of his absence. You are undone.
MRS. FORD. 'Tis not so, I hope.

MRS. PAGE. Pray heaven it be not so that you have such a
man here; but 'tis most certain your husband's coming,

with half Windsor at his heels, to search for such a one. I
come before to tell you. If you know yourself clear, why,

I am glad of it; but if you have a friend here, convey,
convey him out. Be not amaz'd; call all your senses to you;

defend your reputation, or bid farewell to your good life
for ever.

MRS. FORD. What shall I do? There is a gentleman, my dear
friend; and I fear not mine own shame as much as his peril.

I had rather than a thousand pound he were out of the
house.

MRS. PAGE. For shame, never stand 'you had rather' and 'you
had rather'! Your husband's here at hand; bethink you of

some conveyance; in the house you cannot hide him. O,
how have you deceiv'd me! Look, here is a basket; if he be

of any reasonablestature, he may creep in here; and throw
foul linen upon him, as if it were going to bucking, or-it is

whiting-time-send him by your two men to Datchet
Mead.

MRS. FORD. He's too big to go in there. What shall I do?
FALSTAFF. [Coming forward] Let me see 't, let me see 't. O,

let me see 't! I'll in, I'll in; follow your friend's counsel;
I'll in.

MRS. PAGE. What, Sir John Falstaff! [Aside to FALSTAFF]
Are these your letters, knight?

FALSTAFF. [Aside to MRS. PAGE] I love thee and none but
thee; help me away.-Let me creep in here; I'll never-

[Gets into the basket; they cover him with foul linen]
MRS. PAGE. Help to cover your master, boy. Call your men,

Mistress Ford. You dissembling knight!
MRS. FORD. What, John! Robert! John! Exit ROBIN

Re-enter SERVANTS
Go, take up these clothes here, quickly; where's the

cowl-staff? Look how you drumble. Carry them to the laundress
in Datchet Mead; quickly, come.

Enter FORD, PAGE, CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS
FORD. Pray you come near. If I suspect without cause, why

then make sport at me, then let me be your jest; I deserve
it. How now, whither bear you this?

SERVANT. To the laundress, forsooth.
MRS. FORD. Why, what have you to do whither they bear it?

You were best meddle with buck-washing.
FORD. Buck? I would I could wash myself of the buck!

Buck, buck, buck! ay, buck! I warrant you, buck; and of
the season too, it shall appear. [Exeunt SERVANTS with

basket] Gentlemen, I have dream'd to-night; I'll tell you my
dream. Here, here, here be my keys; ascend my chambers,

search, seek, find out. I'll warrant we'll unkennel the fox.
Let me stop this way first. [Locking the door] So, now

uncape.
PAGE. Good Master Ford, be contented; you wrong yourself

too much.
FORD. True, Master Page. Up, gentlemen, you shall see sport

anon; follow me, gentlemen. Exit
EVANS. This is fery fantastical humours and jealousies.

CAIUS. By gar, 'tis no the fashion of France; it is not jealous
in France.

PAGE. Nay, follow him, gentlemen; see the issue of his
search. Exeunt EVANS, PAGE, and CAIUS

MRS. PAGE. Is there not a double excellency in this?
MRS. FORD. I know not which pleases me better, that my

husband is deceived, or Sir John.
MRS. PAGE. What a taking was he in when your husband

ask'd who was in the basket!
MRS. FORD. I am half afraid he will have need of washing; so

throwing him into the water will do him a benefit.
MRS. PAGE. Hang him, dishonest rascal! I would all of the

same strain were in the same distress.
MRS. FORD. I think my husband hath some special suspicion

of Falstaff's being here, for I never saw him so gross in his
jealousy till now.

MRS. PAGE. I Will lay a plot to try that, and we will yet have
more tricks with Falstaff. His dissolute disease will scarce

obey this medicine.
MRS. FORD. Shall we send that foolish carrion, Mistress

Quickly, to him, and excuse his throwing into the water,
and give him another hope, to betray him to another

punishment?
MRS. PAGE. We will do it; let him be sent for to-morrow

eight o'clock, to have amends.
Re-enter FORD, PAGE, CAIUS, and SIR HUGH EVANS

FORD. I cannot find him; may be the knave bragg'd of that
he could not compass.

MRS. PAGE. [Aside to MRS. FORD] Heard you that?
MRS. FORD. You use me well, Master Ford, do you?

FORD. Ay, I do so.
MRS. FORD. Heaven make you better than your thoughts!

FORD. Amen.
MRS. PAGE. You do yourself mighty wrong, Master Ford.

FORD. Ay, ay; I must bear it.
EVANS. If there be any pody in the house, and in the

chambers, and in the coffers, and in the presses, heaven forgive
my sins at the day of judgment!

CAIUS. Be gar, nor I too; there is no bodies.
PAGE. Fie, fie, Master Ford, are you not asham'd? What

spirit, what devil suggests this imagination? I would not ha'
your distemper in this kind for the wealth of Windsor

Castle.
FORD. 'Tis my fault, Master Page; I suffer for it.

EVANS. You suffer for a pad conscience. Your wife is as
honest a omans as I will desires among five thousand, and five

hundred too.
CAIUS. By gar, I see 'tis an honest woman.

FORD. Well, I promis'd you a dinner. Come, come, walk in
the Park. I pray you pardon me; I will hereafter make

known to you why I have done this. Come, wife, come,
Mistress Page; I pray you pardon me; pray heartly,

pardon me.


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