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 reasonable stature, 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 ROBINRe-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 EVANSFORD.Pray you come near.If I suspect without cause, why thenmake 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 EVANSFORD.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.PAGE.Let's go in, gentlemen; but, trust me, we'll mock him.I do invite you to-morrow morning to my house to breakfast; after, we'll a-birding together; I have a fine hawk for the bush.Shall it be so? FORD.Any thing.EVANS.If there is one, I shall make two in the company.CAIUS.If there be one or two, I shall make-a the turd.FORD.Pray you go, Master Page.EVANS.I pray you now, remembrance to-morrow on the lousy knave, mine host.CAIUS.Dat is good; by gar, with all my heart.EVANS.A lousy knave, to have his gibes and his mockeries! Exeunt
