SCENE II.
Enter Mrs. Ford.
Mrs. Ford.
Mrs. Page, trust me, I was going to
your house.
Mrs. Page.
And trust me, I was coming to you;
you look very ill.
Mrs. Ford.
Nay, I'll ne'er believe that; I have to
shew to the contrary.
Mrs. Page.
'Faith, but you do, in my mind.
Mrs. Ford.
Well, I do then; yet I say, I could
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shew you to the contrary: O mistress Page, give me
some counsel.
Mrs. Page.
What's the matter, woman?
Mrs. Ford.
O woman! if it were not for one trifling
respect, I could come to such honour.
Mrs. Page.
Hang the trifle, woman, take the honour;
what is it? dispense with trifles; what is it?
Mrs. Ford.
If I would but go to hell for an eternal
moment, or so, I could be knighted.
Mrs. Page.
What?—thou liest!—Sir Alice Ford!—
these Knights will hack, and so thou shouldst not alter
the article of thy gentry.8 note
Mrs. Ford.
We burn day-light—here, read—read
—perceive how I might be knighted—I shall think
the worse of fat men, as long as I have an eye to make
difference of men's liking; and yet he would not
swear; prais'd women's modesty; and give such orderly
and well-behaved reproof to all uncomeliness,
that I would have sworn his disposition would have
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gone to the truth of his words; but they do no more
adhere, and keep place together, than the hundredth
Psalm to the tune of Green Sleeves. What tempest,
I trow, threw this whale, with so many ton of oil in
his belly, a'shore at Windsor? how shall I be reveng'd
on him? I think, the best way were to entertain him
with hope, 'till the wicked fire of lust have melted
him in his own grease—Did you ever hear the like?
Mrs. Page.
Letter for letter, but that the name of
Page and Ford differs. To thy great comfort in this
mystery of ill opinions, here's the twin brother of thy
letter; but let thine inherit first, for, I protest, mine
never shall. I warrant he hath a thousand of these
letters, writ with blank-space for different names;
nay, more; and these are of the second edition; he
will print them out of doubt, for he cares not what
he puts into the * notepress, when he would put us two. I
I had rather be a giantess, and lye under mount Pelion.
Well, I will find you twenty lascivious turtles, ere one
chaste man.
Mrs. Ford.
Why, this is the very same, the very
hand, the very words; what doth he think of us?
Mrs. Page.
Nay, I know not; it makes me almost
ready to wrangle with mine own honesty. I'll entertain
myself like one that I am not acquainted withal;
for, sure, unless he knew some Stain in me, that I
know not myself, he would never have boarded me in
this fury.
Mrs. Ford.
Boarding, call it you? I'll be sure to
keep him above deck.
Mrs. Page.
So will I; if he come under my hatches,
I'll never to sea again. Let's be reveng'd on him;
let's appoint him a meeting, give him a show of comfort
in his suit, and lead him on with a fine baited delay,
till he hath pawn'd his horses to mine Host of the
Garter.
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Mrs. Ford.
Nay, I will consent to act any villainy
against him, that may not sully the chariness of our
honesty. Oh, that my husband saw this letter! it would
give him eternal food to his jealousy.
Mrs. Page.
Why, look, where he comes, and my
good man too; he's as far from jealousy, as I am from
giving him cause; and that, I hope, is an unmeasurable
distance.
Mrs. Ford.
You are the happier woman.
Mrs. Page.
Let's consult together against this greasy
Knight. Come hither.
[They retire.
Samuel Johnson [1765], The plays of William Shakespeare, in eight volumes, with the corrections and illustrations of Various Commentators; To which are added notes by Sam. Johnson (Printed for J. and R. Tonson [and] C. Corbet [etc.], London) [word count] [S11001].