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   The Merry Wives of Windsor
ACT IV SCENE II A room in FORD'S house. 
 Enter FALSTAFF and MISTRESS FORD 
FALSTAFF Mistress Ford, your sorrow hath eaten up my 
 sufferance. I see you are obsequious in your love, 
 and I profess requital to a hair's breadth; not 
 only, Mistress Ford, in the simple 5
 office of love, but in all the accoutrement, 
 complement and ceremony of it. But are you 
 sure of your husband now? 
MISTRESS FORD He's a-birding, sweet Sir John. 
MISTRESS PAGE Within 
MISTRESS FORD Step into the chamber, Sir John. 10
 Exit FALSTAFF 
 Enter MISTRESS PAGE 
MISTRESS PAGE How now, sweetheart! who's at home besides yourself? 
MISTRESS FORD Why, none but mine own people. 
MISTRESS PAGE Indeed! 
MISTRESS FORD No, certainly. 
 Aside to her 
 Speak louder. 15
MISTRESS PAGE Truly, I am so glad you have nobody here. 
MISTRESS FORD Why? 
MISTRESS PAGE Why, woman, your husband is in his old lunes again: 
 he so takes on yonder with my husband; so rails 
 against all married mankind; so curses all Eve's 20
 daughters, of what complexion soever; and so buffets 
 himself on the forehead, crying, 'Peer out, peer 
 out!' that any madness I ever yet beheld seemed but 
 tameness, civility and patience, to this his 
 distemper he is in now: I am glad the fat knight is not here. 25
MISTRESS FORD Why, does he talk of him? 
MISTRESS PAGE Of none but him; and swears he was carried out, the 
 last time he searched for him, in a basket; protests 
 to my husband he is now here, and hath drawn him and 
 the rest of their company from their sport, to make 30
 another experiment of his suspicion: but I am glad 
 the knight is not here; now he shall see his own foolery. 
MISTRESS FORD How near is he, Mistress Page? 
MISTRESS PAGE Hard by; at street end; he will be here anon. 
MISTRESS FORD I am undone! The knight is here. 35
MISTRESS PAGE Why then you are utterly shamed, and he's but a dead 
 man. What a woman are you!--Away with him, away 
 with him! better shame than murder. 
FORD Which way should be go? how should I bestow him? 
 Shall I put him into the basket again? 40
 Re-enter FALSTAFF 
FALSTAFF No, I'll come no more i' the basket. May I not go 
 out ere he come? 
MISTRESS PAGE Alas, three of Master Ford's brothers watch the door 
 with pistols, that none shall issue out; otherwise 
 you might slip away ere he came. But what make you here? 45
FALSTAFF What shall I do? I'll creep up into the chimney. 
MISTRESS FORD There they always use to discharge their 
 birding-pieces. Creep into the kiln-hole. 
FALSTAFF Where is it? 
MISTRESS FORD He will seek there, on my word. Neither press, 50
 coffer, chest, trunk, well, vault, but he hath an 
 abstract for the remembrance of such places, and 
 goes to them by his note: there is no hiding you in the house. 
FALSTAFF I'll go out then. 
MISTRESS PAGE If you go out in your own semblance, you die, Sir 55
 John. Unless you go out disguised-- 
MISTRESS FORD How might we disguise him? 
MISTRESS PAGE Alas the day, I know not! There is no woman's gown 
 big enough for him otherwise he might put on a hat, 
 a muffler and a kerchief, and so escape. 60
FALSTAFF Good hearts, devise something: any extremity rather 
 than a mischief. 
MISTRESS FORD My maid's aunt, the fat woman of Brentford, has a 
 gown above. 
MISTRESS PAGE On my word, it will serve him; she's as big as he 65
 is: and there's her thrummed hat and her muffler 
 too. Run up, Sir John. 
MISTRESS FORD Go, go, sweet Sir John: Mistress Page and I will 
 look some linen for your head. 
MISTRESS PAGE Quick, quick! we'll come dress you straight: put 70
 on the gown the while. 
 Exit FALSTAFF 
MISTRESS FORD I would my husband would meet him in this shape: he 
 cannot abide the old woman of Brentford; he swears 
 she's a witch; forbade her my house and hath 
 threatened to beat her. 75
MISTRESS PAGE Heaven guide him to thy husband's cudgel, and the 
 devil guide his cudgel afterwards! 
MISTRESS FORD But is my husband coming? 
MISTRESS PAGE Ah, in good sadness, is he; and talks of the basket 
 too, howsoever he hath had intelligence. 80
MISTRESS FORD We'll try that; for I'll appoint my men to carry the 
 basket again, to meet him at the door with it, as 
 they did last time. 
MISTRESS PAGE Nay, but he'll be here presently: let's go dress him 
 like the witch of Brentford. 85
MISTRESS FORD I'll first direct my men what they shall do with the 
 basket. Go up; I'll bring linen for him straight. 
 Exit 
MISTRESS PAGE Hang him, dishonest varlet! we cannot misuse him enough. 
 We'll leave a proof, by that which we will do, 
 Wives may be merry, and yet honest too: 90
 We do not act that often jest and laugh; 
 'Tis old, but true, Still swine eat all the draff. 
 Exit 
 Re-enter MISTRESS FORD with two Servants 
MISTRESS FORD Go, sirs, take the basket again on your shoulders: 
 your master is hard at door; if he bid you set it 
 down, obey him: quickly, dispatch. 95
 Exit 
First Servant Come, come, take it up. 
Second Servant Pray heaven it be not full of knight again. 
First Servant I hope not; I had as lief bear so much lead. 
 Enter FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, DOCTOR CAIUS, andSIR HUGH EVANS 
FORD Ay, but if it prove true, Master Page, have you any 
 way then to unfool me again? Set down the basket, 100
 villain! Somebody call my wife. Youth in a basket! 
 O you panderly rascals! there's a knot, a ging, a 
 pack, a conspiracy against me: now shall the devil 
 be shamed. What, wife, I say! Come, come forth! 
 Behold what honest clothes you send forth to bleaching! 105
PAGE Why, this passes, Master Ford; you are not to go 
 loose any longer; you must be pinioned. 
SIR HUGH EVANS Why, this is lunatics! this is mad as a mad dog! 
SHALLOW Indeed, Master Ford, this is not well, indeed. 
FORD So say I too, sir. 110
 Re-enter MISTRESS FORD 
 Come hither, Mistress Ford; Mistress Ford the honest 
 woman, the modest wife, the virtuous creature, that 
 hath the jealous fool to her husband! I suspect 
 without cause, mistress, do I? 
MISTRESS FORD Heaven be my witness you do, if you suspect me in 115
 any dishonesty. 
FORD Well said, brazen-face! hold it out. Come forth, sirrah! 
 Pulling clothes out of the basket 
PAGE This passes! 
MISTRESS FORD Are you not ashamed? let the clothes alone. 
FORD I shall find you anon. 120
SIR HUGH EVANS 'Tis unreasonable! Will you take up your wife's 
 clothes? Come away. 
FORD Empty the basket, I say! 
MISTRESS FORD Why, man, why? 
FORD Master Page, as I am a man, there was one conveyed 125
 out of my house yesterday in this basket: why may 
 not he be there again? In my house I am sure he is: 
 my intelligence is true; my jealousy is reasonable. 
 Pluck me out all the linen. 
MISTRESS FORD If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's death. 130
PAGE Here's no man. 
SHALLOW By my fidelity, this is not well, Master Ford; this 
 wrongs you. 
SIR HUGH EVANS Master Ford, you must pray, and not follow the 
 imaginations of your own heart: this is jealousies. 135
FORD Well, he's not here I seek for. 
PAGE No, nor nowhere else but in your brain. 
FORD Help to search my house this one time. If I find 
 not what I seek, show no colour for my extremity; let 
 me for ever be your table-sport; let them say of 140
 me, 'As jealous as Ford, Chat searched a hollow 
 walnut for his wife's leman.' Satisfy me once more; 
 once more search with me. 
MISTRESS FORD What, ho, Mistress Page! come you and the old woman 
 down; my husband will come into the chamber. 145
FORD Old woman! what old woman's that? 
MISTRESS FORD Nay, it is my maid's aunt of Brentford. 
FORD A witch, a quean, an old cozening quean! Have I not 
 forbid her my house? She comes of errands, does 
 she? We are simple men; we do not know what's 150
 brought to pass under the profession of 
 fortune-telling. She works by charms, by spells, 
 by the figure, and such daubery as this is, beyond 
 our element we know nothing. Come down, you witch, 
 you hag, you; come down, I say! 155
MISTRESS FORD Nay, good, sweet husband! Good gentlemen, let him 
 not strike the old woman. 
 Re-enter FALSTAFF in woman's clothes, andMISTRESS PAGE 
MISTRESS PAGE Come, Mother Prat; come, give me your hand. 
FORD I'll prat her. 
 Beating him 
 Out of my door, you witch, you hag, you baggage, you 160
 polecat, you runyon! out, out! I'll conjure you, 
 I'll fortune-tell you. 
 Exit FALSTAFF 
MISTRESS PAGE Are you not ashamed? I think you have killed the 
 poor woman. 
MISTRESS FORD Nay, he will do it. 'Tis a goodly credit for you. 165
FORD Hang her, witch! 
SIR HUGH EVANS By the yea and no, I think the 'oman is a witch 
 indeed: I like not when a 'oman has a great peard; 
 I spy a great peard under his muffler. 
FORD Will you follow, gentlemen? I beseech you, follow; 170
 see but the issue of my jealousy: if I cry out thus 
 upon no trail, never trust me when I open again. 
PAGE Let's obey his humour a little further: come, 
 gentlemen. 
 Exeunt FORD, PAGE, SHALLOW, DOCTOR CAIUS, andSIR HUGH EVANS 
MISTRESS PAGE Trust me, he beat him most pitifully. 175
MISTRESS FORD Nay, by the mass, that he did not; he beat him most 
 unpitifully, methought. 
MISTRESS PAGE I'll have the cudgel hallowed and hung o'er the 
 altar; it hath done meritorious service. 
MISTRESS FORD What think you? may we, with the warrant of 180
 womanhood and the witness of a good conscience, 
 pursue him with any further revenge? 
MISTRESS PAGE The spirit of wantonness is, sure, scared out of 
 him: if the devil have him not in fee-simple, with 
 fine and recovery, he will never, I think, in the 185
 way of waste, attempt us again. 
MISTRESS FORD Shall we tell our husbands how we have served him? 
MISTRESS PAGE Yes, by all means; if it be but to scrape the 
 figures out of your husband's brains. If they can 
 find in their hearts the poor unvirtuous fat knight 190
 shall be any further afflicted, we two will still be 
 the ministers. 
MISTRESS FORD I'll warrant they'll have him publicly shamed: and 
 methinks there would be no period to the jest, 
 should he not be publicly shamed. 195
MISTRESS PAGE Come, to the forge with it then; shape it: I would 
 not have things cool. 
 Exeunt 


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